The last couple days I've heard reports of people being brought to their local hospitals. Their symptoms being weakness and nauseia. What kept me glued to the reports was, everyone affected were in close proximity to a postal carrier route from, Lakville Ma. to the Ms. state line.
Today, the mailman knocks on my door, I open it, and he looks horrible: hair falling out, laying on the ground, soaking wet with persperation, and caught in a violent rythmic dry heave.
He hands me a package, I reluctantly reach for and receive it. He crawls back to his truck and heads off. I closed the door, and with trembling anticipation open the package.
HOLY SHNITS A DIDDLE !!! it's the PIF from gandalf !
The package is so stuffed, the seams are bursting, allowing the radioactive emissions from this nuclear bomb to escape into the surroundings.
If I call the local sheriff and tell him, I have the package that has created all the disruption, he'll take it away, and start drilling for me answers. That could be time consuming.
I think I'd rather spend my time smoking these bombs and plotting my revenge.
Thanks Gan,
Cuda
