Thursday, June 4, 2020

Harry and Louie

Harry and Louie, the two borderline retards. An excerpt.
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"ExcYOOZE me, but I think I know how to juggle the intricate intricacies of a 1 kilowatt, that is a 1000 watt carbon dioxide, that is a CO2 laser, that is a coherent beam of light amplified by a stimulated emission of radiation, via a gaseous medium that is, in this case carbon dioxide, thank you very much," Louie preached in his inarguable, insufferable tone.

That was it for Harry... he'd finally had enough to decide him. He wanted to live, and that was that. It was his turn to shoot, dammit!

Harry screamed, "Gitcher hand off'nit! Yer fuckin' up the balance of the carbondyockside witcher nychergin, ya dumbass!"

Harry grabbed for the controls just as another explosion rocked the Humvee, throwing Louie violently into the back seat. Harry immediately gripped the yoke and struggled to keep the CO2 laser centered as the Humvee rocked and rolled. He tried to look over his shoulder through all the bucking and bouncing to see if Louie was ok, but it was impossible to focus his attention with all of the action going on around him. Harry's thoughts raced in a manner that he wasn't used to.

Did that idgit even git the mark? Gawd I hope he ain't daid!

Harry fought the controls to keep the laser sight from spinning. He couldn't see anything... the Humvee was rolling blind and at full throttle through a bona-fide shit storm. The laser sight was useless. Harry fumbled underneath the dash, and a flick of the windshield wipers suddenly revealed, up close and in full color, what the delicate sensors had been blind to... that Louie had missed the pulverizorator completely and had instead stabbed a ten meter trench of boiling mud, directly perpendicular to and immediately forward of their path. Harry shrieked, released the laser yoke, and scooched over to the drivers seat.

"LOUIE, IF'N YER ALIVE BACK'ER, FER THE LUVAGAWD! FASTN YER SEATBELT! HOW MANY TIMES I DONE HADDA TOLJER..."
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I don't mean for it to be a cliffhanger, but I've been walking around for an hour now and I just don't know yet what's gonna happen next to these two borderline retards.

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