Viewing Thread:
"The one where Sniper didn't die..... (FOG story)"

'I didn't mean to make you cry!' Grix answered.

'Yeah, well, you did. Are you happy now!' Ant answered.

'Well yeah, I kinda am, you shouldn't be ruddy stealing my sugar.'

'You dared me to give it a go though... stup...'

'...no no no, I didn't expect you to even try it. Ah.. good, you have stopped crying. Well, anyways, we are expected over at pb's house in about five minutes, I might as well give you a lift considering I can drive now. And you can't.'

Ant then mimics what Grix just said in a much higher and sarcastic voice, getting in his car he laughs at himself. Grix places the cigerette in his mouth and pulls away on the way to pb's.

'I swear you don't smoke Grix?' Ant asked,

'I don't, this is just to impress the blondes whose legs are unlike ironing boards'

'haha... are we picking anyone else up on the way? Or just going straight there?'

Apon that question Grix's mobile rings loudly. He lets it ring a few times to hear his really 'cool' Mission Impossible ringtone the answers.

'Yellow, whom may I ask is speaking?'

'Yeah, alwight Grix, tis Sheepy 'ere'

'My god, what the hell is with your accent?'

'I dun-no, I thaught I wood 'ave this strange accent for this story, but I am bored of it already.'

'Ah- yeah ok, well, you know anything about what pb has on for us tonight?'

'TELL HIM I SAY HI' Ant shouts from the backseat.

'Apparently Ant says hi. Yeah anyway... any news?'

'No, I only know that there has been a change of plan. He wants us to meet him at the old disused stockcar racing ground.'

'Hmmm... does he ever stop making inventions?'

'Nope, anyways, I was running low on credit before I phoned you, now I don't know what I am running on. Crap, its going to cut out, got to go matey. Bye' *hangsup*

'Strange one that. Bit like you Ant' Grix says as he turns to look at the back seat.

***********************************************

'Just where the hell are we going then?' RBS stomped

'Goatboy told me to drive us to the old race ground, wonder why he got there so early?'

'Who cares, just carry on driving mr Idonthaveanynameinthe_storyyetassomeonehastogivemeone'

'Ok Rasta, just slow down when you talk, and stop fiddling with yourself in my car, for christ sake!'

***********************************************

'Dead in space? Died inside a brain? Died in a western... I might as well go and see what pb wants this time' Sniper told himself as he jumped aboard his Volvo.

***********************************************

'They will be here shortly. Go on pb, I wanna know what you have planned!'

'I can't tell you Goatboy, is that the only reason you came here early?'

'And the fact that women lie, and talk a bunch of crap. They should really just listen to me and lie down'

'errrrm.. indeed, you and Sheepy phone and get them all to come?'

'Yeah, everyone apart from Tony could make it.'

'Why the hell not?'

'Dunno, we left several messages, he answered and pretended to be his answerphone.'

'Ah well, maybe he will turn up much later on when we least suspect.'

'Tell me what you are doing?'

'No'

'Tell me what you are doing?'

'Nope'

'Tell me what you are doing?'

'No. No. No!'

'Fine, I will go and poke Sheepy more'

And there they were, most of the users of the forums driving, flying, swimming and moonwalking to the old race ground. What were they doing there? Well.. thats for someone else to continue.................

They were assembled at the disused stockcar racing ground awaiting the arrival of PB, when through the entrance roared a 1983 B reg Volvo 240.

"Hey, look at meeeeee!" yelled Sniper as he shot past everyone onto the old dirt-track. "I've got the safest car in the world, HAAHAHAAHAAAAAA!!"

Sniper floored the accelerator and hurtled the ageing car around the circuit, mud spraying from his rear-tires as the Swedish projectile gathered momentum.

It was at this time that PB made his grand entrance. This wouldn't have been a problem except for the fact that PB was driving a reconditioned WWII Sherman Tank (42-tonnes, 7m long, hates Volvos) which trundled dispassionately without so much as a bump over Sniper's car, leaving Sniper in a rather more than deflated mood.

"Hey! Sniper!! You got a flat!!" they call chorused, and then proceeded to await with great anticipation the continuation of the thrilling story.

'I didn't mean to make you cry!' Grix answered.

'Yeah, well, you did. Are you happy now!' Ant answered.

'Well yeah, I kinda am, you shouldn't be ruddy stealing my sugar.'

'You dared me to give it a go though... stup...'

'...no no no, I didn't expect you to even try it. Ah.. good, you have stopped crying. Well, anyways, we are expected over at pb's house in about five minutes, I might as well give you a lift considering I can drive now. And you can't.'

Ant then mimics what Grix just said in a much higher and sarcastic voice, getting in his car he laughs at himself. Grix places the cigerette in his mouth and pulls away on the way to pb's.

'I swear you don't smoke Grix?' Ant asked,

'I don't, this is just to impress the blondes whose legs are unlike ironing boards'

'haha... are we picking anyone else up on the way? Or just going straight there?'

Apon that question Grix's mobile rings loudly. He lets it ring a few times to hear his really 'cool' Mission Impossible ringtone the answers.

'Yellow, whom may I ask is speaking?'

'Yeah, alwight Grix, tis Sheepy 'ere'

'My god, what the hell is with your accent?'

'I dun-no, I thaught I wood 'ave this strange accent for this story, but I am bored of it already.'

'Ah- yeah ok, well, you know anything about what pb has on for us tonight?'

'TELL HIM I SAY HI' Ant shouts from the backseat.

'Apparently Ant says hi. Yeah anyway... any news?'

'No, I only know that there has been a change of plan. He wants us to meet him at the old disused stockcar racing ground.'

'Hmmm... does he ever stop making inventions?'

'Nope, anyways, I was running low on credit before I phoned you, now I don't know what I am running on. Crap, its going to cut out, got to go matey. Bye' *hangsup*

'Strange one that. Bit like you Ant' Grix says as he turns to look at the back seat.

***********************************************

'Just where the hell are we going then?' RBS stomped

'Goatboy told me to drive us to the old race ground, wonder why he got there so early?'

'Who cares, just carry on driving mr Idonthaveanynameinthe_storyyetassomeonehastogivemeone'

'Ok Rasta, just slow down when you talk, and stop fiddling with yourself in my car, for christ sake!'

***********************************************

'Dead in space? Died inside a brain? Died in a western... I might as well go and see what pb wants this time' Sniper told himself as he jumped aboard his Volvo.

***********************************************

'They will be here shortly. Go on pb, I wanna know what you have planned!'

'I can't tell you Goatboy, is that the only reason you came here early?'

'And the fact that women lie, and talk a bunch of crap. They should really just listen to me and lie down'

'errrrm.. indeed, you and Sheepy phone and get them all to come?'

'Yeah, everyone apart from Tony could make it.'

'Why the hell not?'

'Dunno, we left several messages, he answered and pretended to be his answerphone.'

'Ah well, maybe he will turn up much later on when we least suspect.'

'Tell me what you are doing?'

'No'

'Tell me what you are doing?'

'Nope'

'Tell me what you are doing?'

'No. No. No!'

'Fine, I will go and poke Sheepy more'

And there they were, most of the users of the forums driving, flying, swimming and moonwalking to the old race ground. What were they doing there? Well.. thats for someone else to continue.................