A cunning trap...version 2

"Oh well thats different...." said Eve "Not got any pills for THAT"
 
"Eh...dad...I think cannons coming round again for another pass..."
 
"What makes you say that?"
 
"Look in these binoculars..."
 
Phil took the binoculars from Rufus/Marvin and looked, trying to ognore the comments from behind him...( comments in {} are the other conversation)
 
{"What do you mean DEAF?"}
 
There was a cloud of smoke heading this way, which had a curious Cannon shpae about it
 
{"Clear your ears out that normally helps..." suggested EVE}
 
"How far away do you think he is?" Phil asked his son..
 
{"No you MUPPET..."}
 
"About ten mins I think...."
 
{"Mop it ...why would we want to mop it? Anyway I thought you said you was deaf?" asked McGellan...}
 
"Good that give us enough time do you think?
 
{"why lord have you cursed me so with such a bunch of FU...." wailed WW but was interputed by Phil}
 
"Guys...PACK IT IN RIGHT NOW....Thank you.....Look Cannons about 10 mins away and we need to get things done VERY soon"
 
"Who died and made you in charge?" asked WW
 
Phil tried to resist, but failed.
 
"Well you giant furball i think you'll find IT WAS SMEGGING WELL YOU NOW SHUT UP AND GO AND DO SOMETHING USEFUL LIKE SCARING CONNONS HORSE AND GETTING US SOME SPARE MINS......"
 
Due to the loudness of Phil's shout, WW now looked like he'd spent a few hours in the ecto-plamic equiavalent of a Mach-99 wind tunnel
 
Phil looked round and just raised an eyebrow Roger moore style, which had the affect of making it appear about 6 inches above his head...
 
"Now can we PLEASE get to work?"
 
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