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The second in the trilogy of something probably above three. This hangs on more of a cliffhanger. Which is clever. I think.
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“Oi! You! Wha’ ya doin!?” shouted a someone from somewhere.
“Beating up this guy” called the students.
“Oh”
They carried on, taunting Dullan with words like “wollykablooza” and such. Wollykablooza is not a spell, as such, but when said in a Korean accent, it is.
“H-wollyckabloozaa!” a beam of schmeltine (a bluey orangey colour, discovered in 2006 by someone with too many Ws in their name) flew out the end of one of the female hooligans, hitting Dullan square between the legs.
Getting hit by a beam of schmeltine is painful, but getting hit between the legs with schmeltine is enough to make a very large, concrete gorilla that has never been hurt in his entire life and has survived being shot thrumpteen (a number, discovered by the same guy, same time. He was on a role) times by a tank, scream.
Dullan screamed. He flew backwards, hitting a brick wall behind him. The brick wall then collapsed on top of him inconveniently. The students were cheering. The males especially, as the brick wall had revealed the women’s toilets.
Ron, witnessing all this, carried on walking. Then, just as he was about to get in his car, he remembered.
“Im with that guy!” he coughed and ran to Dullans rescue.
“I think..” Ron queried, “We missed the train. Damn. Sorry Dullan.”
They were in Great Almans Street hospital. Dullan had suffered a broken wrist, fractured skull and a bruised ovary. How he had got that, no one knew.
“We could catch the next train…” tried Ron.
“Nah, just leave it, Ron. I’ll never find the truth about my parents..”
“You what!”
“Damn”
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“Oi! You! Wha’ ya doin!?” shouted a someone from somewhere.
“Beating up this guy” called the students.
“Oh”
They carried on, taunting Dullan with words like “wollykablooza” and such. Wollykablooza is not a spell, as such, but when said in a Korean accent, it is.
“H-wollyckabloozaa!” a beam of schmeltine (a bluey orangey colour, discovered in 2006 by someone with too many Ws in their name) flew out the end of one of the female hooligans, hitting Dullan square between the legs.
Getting hit by a beam of schmeltine is painful, but getting hit between the legs with schmeltine is enough to make a very large, concrete gorilla that has never been hurt in his entire life and has survived being shot thrumpteen (a number, discovered by the same guy, same time. He was on a role) times by a tank, scream.
Dullan screamed. He flew backwards, hitting a brick wall behind him. The brick wall then collapsed on top of him inconveniently. The students were cheering. The males especially, as the brick wall had revealed the women’s toilets.
Ron, witnessing all this, carried on walking. Then, just as he was about to get in his car, he remembered.
“Im with that guy!” he coughed and ran to Dullans rescue.
“I think..” Ron queried, “We missed the train. Damn. Sorry Dullan.”
They were in Great Almans Street hospital. Dullan had suffered a broken wrist, fractured skull and a bruised ovary. How he had got that, no one knew.
“We could catch the next train…” tried Ron.
“Nah, just leave it, Ron. I’ll never find the truth about my parents..”
“You what!”
“Damn”
That's very good. I'm gonna read Part 3!!!!
A bruised ovary? I pity the fool.
That was very good can't wait to read part three now.
Its out now
Thunk you
I've loved both parts. Quite funny, and not in the kind of way people say when they're being polite online either.
I'll eagerly await part 3.
I'll eagerly await part 3.
:D indeed. Thank Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett.
MrGlitch wrote:
> Wollykablooza is not a spell, as such, but when said in a Korean accent, it is.
> “H-wollyckabloozaa!”
:D
> Wollykablooza is not a spell, as such, but when said in a Korean accent, it is.
> “H-wollyckabloozaa!”
:D
The second in the trilogy of something probably above three. This hangs on more of a cliffhanger. Which is clever. I think.
--------------------------------------------------------
“Oi! You! Wha’ ya doin!?” shouted a someone from somewhere.
“Beating up this guy” called the students.
“Oh”
They carried on, taunting Dullan with words like “wollykablooza” and such. Wollykablooza is not a spell, as such, but when said in a Korean accent, it is.
“H-wollyckabloozaa!” a beam of schmeltine (a bluey orangey colour, discovered in 2006 by someone with too many Ws in their name) flew out the end of one of the female hooligans, hitting Dullan square between the legs.
Getting hit by a beam of schmeltine is painful, but getting hit between the legs with schmeltine is enough to make a very large, concrete gorilla that has never been hurt in his entire life and has survived being shot thrumpteen (a number, discovered by the same guy, same time. He was on a role) times by a tank, scream.
Dullan screamed. He flew backwards, hitting a brick wall behind him. The brick wall then collapsed on top of him inconveniently. The students were cheering. The males especially, as the brick wall had revealed the women’s toilets.
Ron, witnessing all this, carried on walking. Then, just as he was about to get in his car, he remembered.
“Im with that guy!” he coughed and ran to Dullans rescue.
“I think..” Ron queried, “We missed the train. Damn. Sorry Dullan.”
They were in Great Almans Street hospital. Dullan had suffered a broken wrist, fractured skull and a bruised ovary. How he had got that, no one knew.
“We could catch the next train…” tried Ron.
“Nah, just leave it, Ron. I’ll never find the truth about my parents..”
“You what!”
“Damn”
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“Oi! You! Wha’ ya doin!?” shouted a someone from somewhere.
“Beating up this guy” called the students.
“Oh”
They carried on, taunting Dullan with words like “wollykablooza” and such. Wollykablooza is not a spell, as such, but when said in a Korean accent, it is.
“H-wollyckabloozaa!” a beam of schmeltine (a bluey orangey colour, discovered in 2006 by someone with too many Ws in their name) flew out the end of one of the female hooligans, hitting Dullan square between the legs.
Getting hit by a beam of schmeltine is painful, but getting hit between the legs with schmeltine is enough to make a very large, concrete gorilla that has never been hurt in his entire life and has survived being shot thrumpteen (a number, discovered by the same guy, same time. He was on a role) times by a tank, scream.
Dullan screamed. He flew backwards, hitting a brick wall behind him. The brick wall then collapsed on top of him inconveniently. The students were cheering. The males especially, as the brick wall had revealed the women’s toilets.
Ron, witnessing all this, carried on walking. Then, just as he was about to get in his car, he remembered.
“Im with that guy!” he coughed and ran to Dullans rescue.
“I think..” Ron queried, “We missed the train. Damn. Sorry Dullan.”
They were in Great Almans Street hospital. Dullan had suffered a broken wrist, fractured skull and a bruised ovary. How he had got that, no one knew.
“We could catch the next train…” tried Ron.
“Nah, just leave it, Ron. I’ll never find the truth about my parents..”
“You what!”
“Damn”