ABC AFFAIR 2019 H-House
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section7mfuWaking up in a small shed tired to each other while sitting on back to back chairs, “Maybe we should give Thrush our knock out meds, so we do not wind up with headaches every time we wake up,” Illya complained.
“I wouldn’t use it,” Crocker said walking in the door. “I enjoy seeing you boys suffering.” His huge stomach shook as he laughed at his joke. The man was dressed in blue jean overalls, red checked shirt, and straw hat.
“Wonderful,” Napoleon mumbled running his eyes up his body. “Going to a hoedown?”
‘Slap’
“You better respect me if you plan on surviving our encounter. Now, boys, you want to tell me what you’re doing down here.”
“Enjoying Mardi Gras like the rest of the city,” Napoleon looked at him as if to say, ‘why else would we be here’.
‘Slap’
“I’m busy right now so you boys, just think about what my boys over there can do to get my information,” Crocker pointed out the window at the four men built like a house outside the window before leaving.
“You and your stomach, are you happy now?” Napoleon complained as the two of them wiggled to get out of their bonds.
“Now you know how I feel with your women,” Illya angry shot back. Finally getting the bonds off, he turned to untie his partner. Looking out the window, he whistled. “What is with that house?”
Looking at the house, Napoleon laughed. “That my friend is Crocker’s attempt to fit into the celebration. It seems he has to overdo everything.”
“What do you mean overdue?”
“Look at this place overdone with decorations and this shed with all the costumes of shapes and colors in one style.”
Illya looked up from digging in the boxes of Mardi Gras items. “If you could stop admiring the scenery, help me figure out how we're going to get out of here. There has to be at least twenty men in costumes out there.”
“You just answered your own question. Pick one of these costumes out, and we’ll just saunter out of here.”
“Napoleon, you cannot be serious.”
“Costumes or torture. Which would you prefer?”
Sighing Illya grabbed one of the outfits, “They weigh a ton.”
Once they were dressed, they opened the door and strolled unnoticed through the crowd and into freedom.
“I wouldn’t use it,” Crocker said walking in the door. “I enjoy seeing you boys suffering.” His huge stomach shook as he laughed at his joke. The man was dressed in blue jean overalls, red checked shirt, and straw hat.
“Wonderful,” Napoleon mumbled running his eyes up his body. “Going to a hoedown?”
‘Slap’
“You better respect me if you plan on surviving our encounter. Now, boys, you want to tell me what you’re doing down here.”
“Enjoying Mardi Gras like the rest of the city,” Napoleon looked at him as if to say, ‘why else would we be here’.
‘Slap’
“I’m busy right now so you boys, just think about what my boys over there can do to get my information,” Crocker pointed out the window at the four men built like a house outside the window before leaving.
“You and your stomach, are you happy now?” Napoleon complained as the two of them wiggled to get out of their bonds.
“Now you know how I feel with your women,” Illya angry shot back. Finally getting the bonds off, he turned to untie his partner. Looking out the window, he whistled. “What is with that house?”
Looking at the house, Napoleon laughed. “That my friend is Crocker’s attempt to fit into the celebration. It seems he has to overdo everything.”
“What do you mean overdue?”
“Look at this place overdone with decorations and this shed with all the costumes of shapes and colors in one style.”
Illya looked up from digging in the boxes of Mardi Gras items. “If you could stop admiring the scenery, help me figure out how we're going to get out of here. There has to be at least twenty men in costumes out there.”
“You just answered your own question. Pick one of these costumes out, and we’ll just saunter out of here.”
“Napoleon, you cannot be serious.”
“Costumes or torture. Which would you prefer?”
Sighing Illya grabbed one of the outfits, “They weigh a ton.”
Once they were dressed, they opened the door and strolled unnoticed through the crowd and into freedom.
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