Isaac was having more trouble getting it off than he thought.
Can't we just go somewhere, Jennums?" he whispered between furious pecking, "I don't want to make anybody feel sad that they're not enjoying this as much as I am right now."
"Oh hush and kiss me harder," Jenna said, unclipping her bra with a quick twist. For a dreamboat, Isaac almost sucked at as many things as she did.
Oh. Sucking and Isaac. "You know what, Isaac, maybe we SHOULD go somewhere."
Garet just sat there openmouthed at the two as they went behind some barrels and hastily started pulling off their clothes.
"Nope, I don't have no problems, Felix. Let's go get us some treasure."
"Damn right, Garet. Now, the cannon."
Garet hefted the cannon behind them off the ground and, with some effort, placed it facing the wall.
The mason's attitude was shifting rapidly; he was close to tears now. "Please, I beg you, take the treasure, you can have it, just find another way to get to it! A ladder, a hole in the ground, anything!"
Felix laughed now, a cold laugh that coincided neatly with the dead of a small bird thousands of miles away on the Apoji Islands. "A change of heart, I see, geezer? Too bad; I came to get the treasure and I WILL have it, and this is the easiest way. I'll be damned if I don't do what I want. Just ask my slick prophet, Kraden, about the word."
Kraden stepped up, his looks colder than the arctic polar bear. Rumors had it that if you touched his chain it made a solar flare. "Fo reals, homie. Felix is a real G, and you ain't doin' nothin' if he don' like none of it, you dig? Check it, read the truth from the lips of my big booty bitches right here." He gestured towards Sheba and Mia. "Yo! Girls! What 'choo think about Felix?" Kraden said.
They swooned. "He such a bad boy; we'd do anything for him if he asked!"
Felix turned around. "You see?" His face turned to stone. "And guess what, geezer. You're gonna watch it if it kills you."
The mason was honestly worried now. This was his life's work he was about to lose.
"Ivan!" The Ivan had finally returned with the cannonball.
"Excellent," Felix intoned. "Garet, Blast the wall to pieces."
"Yeah."
Garet hefted the ball and loaded it into the cannon.
"Please!" the mason pleaded. "I beg you; consider another option!" Tears streamed openly now; there was no imitation. He had nothing but his pleas.
Felix gave him an odd look and then spat in his face. "I'm not sure if I told you this, but I'll say it right now to be clear. Shut your trap old man, or it's not just the wall that will be in multiple pieces.
The mason told his hand to wipe the spit off. His hand told him it couldn't move because it was being held in place by a large man wearing girly clothing. The mason pondered why his hand was talking to him.
The mason gave up. Maybe he wouldn't write a book on that one.
Garet Flared the cannon's fuse, and a sizzling sound could be heard.
The mason sagged in Piers' grip. He couldn't bear this.
The cannon fired, shooting a large metal sphere weighing almost 30 pounds at over 1000 feet per second towards Katya. Later witnesses would claim to have heard a distinctive whistle come from the cannon sounding remarkably similar to "FUCK DA POLICE".
As the cannonball hit the wall, so too was the mason's heart struck.
"No!" he cried, writhing in anguish. The dust settled, and everyone looked at Katya, borne before the world.
She was surprisingly intact, although the large ball had penetrated her a little bit. Felix's smile turned a flat 180 and the mason almost breathed a sigh of relief.
The mason's Lament PART TWO
Can't we just go somewhere, Jennums?" he whispered between furious pecking, "I don't want to make anybody feel sad that they're not enjoying this as much as I am right now."
"Oh hush and kiss me harder," Jenna said, unclipping her bra with a quick twist. For a dreamboat, Isaac almost sucked at as many things as she did.
Oh. Sucking and Isaac. "You know what, Isaac, maybe we SHOULD go somewhere."
Garet just sat there openmouthed at the two as they went behind some barrels and hastily started pulling off their clothes.
"Nope, I don't have no problems, Felix. Let's go get us some treasure."
"Damn right, Garet. Now, the cannon."
Garet hefted the cannon behind them off the ground and, with some effort, placed it facing the wall.
The mason's attitude was shifting rapidly; he was close to tears now. "Please, I beg you, take the treasure, you can have it, just find another way to get to it! A ladder, a hole in the ground, anything!"
Felix laughed now, a cold laugh that coincided neatly with the dead of a small bird thousands of miles away on the Apoji Islands. "A change of heart, I see, geezer? Too bad; I came to get the treasure and I WILL have it, and this is the easiest way. I'll be damned if I don't do what I want. Just ask my slick prophet, Kraden, about the word."
Kraden stepped up, his looks colder than the arctic polar bear. Rumors had it that if you touched his chain it made a solar flare. "Fo reals, homie. Felix is a real G, and you ain't doin' nothin' if he don' like none of it, you dig? Check it, read the truth from the lips of my big booty bitches right here." He gestured towards Sheba and Mia. "Yo! Girls! What 'choo think about Felix?" Kraden said.
They swooned. "He such a bad boy; we'd do anything for him if he asked!"
Felix turned around. "You see?" His face turned to stone. "And guess what, geezer. You're gonna watch it if it kills you."
The mason was honestly worried now. This was his life's work he was about to lose.
"Ivan!" The Ivan had finally returned with the cannonball.
"Excellent," Felix intoned. "Garet, Blast the wall to pieces."
"Yeah."
Garet hefted the ball and loaded it into the cannon.
"Please!" the mason pleaded. "I beg you; consider another option!" Tears streamed openly now; there was no imitation. He had nothing but his pleas.
Felix gave him an odd look and then spat in his face. "I'm not sure if I told you this, but I'll say it right now to be clear. Shut your trap old man, or it's not just the wall that will be in multiple pieces.
The mason told his hand to wipe the spit off. His hand told him it couldn't move because it was being held in place by a large man wearing girly clothing. The mason pondered why his hand was talking to him.
The mason gave up. Maybe he wouldn't write a book on that one.
Garet Flared the cannon's fuse, and a sizzling sound could be heard.
The mason sagged in Piers' grip. He couldn't bear this.
The cannon fired, shooting a large metal sphere weighing almost 30 pounds at over 1000 feet per second towards Katya. Later witnesses would claim to have heard a distinctive whistle come from the cannon sounding remarkably similar to "FUCK DA POLICE".
As the cannonball hit the wall, so too was the mason's heart struck.
"No!" he cried, writhing in anguish. The dust settled, and everyone looked at Katya, borne before the world.
She was surprisingly intact, although the large ball had penetrated her a little bit. Felix's smile turned a flat 180 and the mason almost breathed a sigh of relief.
"Do it again."