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gerrybbadd

stefan idiot jones wrote: »

But the rag headed twat had strapped a 'bath' bomb to himself. At least in the next life he will smell sweet.

The airport security cut him in half with machine gun fire just as Michael Barrymore entered the room with a dirty sh*tty fist.

"Hahaha!", Trent laughed. "the sweet smell of justice!". Barrymore sidled up to the boys - "Awight lads, fancy coming round mine for some swimming lessons?"

Fuzzytrooper

Snapkick! Trent broke both of Barrymore's legs with a single motion. "Now it is you that needs swimming lessons. Maybe the forward crawl?"

gerrybbadd

Security seen the furore in the airport occuring. The lead security man started talking to the sleeve of his shirt "Oscar Bravo - we got a code 65 in progress, I repeat a code 65 in progress".

Stabby seen security coming bumbling up the airport towards them, and told Trent - "Let's scarper!"

Fuzzytrooper

gerrybbadd wrote: »

Security seen the furore in the airport occuring. The lead security man started talking to the sleeve of his shirt "Oscar Bravo - we got a code 65 in progress, I repeat a code 65 in progress".

Stabby seen security coming bumbling up the airport towards them, and told Trent - "Let's scarper!"

Using Stabby's keenly honed tramp senses the duo quickly found a dark alley inexplicably just off the airport terminal.

Heraldoffreeent

Fuzzytrooper wrote: »

Using Stabby's keenly honed tramp senses the duo quickly found a dark alley inexplicably just off the airport terminal.

"Howld ye're whist!!" shouted Pat MCDonagh, creator extraordinare of supermacs,and who had just came strutting through departures, like a duck with diarrhea, " I got this".And with that he dropped to his knees on the Arrivals Moroccan marbled floor, opening as he did so, an aluminium case. As the terrorist with the bomb strapped around his middle(and still alive despite the machine gunfire) bounded toward them, MacDonagh re-emerged with a jar like receptacle containing what seemed to be something resembling hens shiit.Opening the jar, and throwing it in the underhand googly style of Sir Ian Botham, MacDonagh managed to coat the terrorist from head to foot in a strange powder.

Trent looked askance, and shouted "What difference will that f***ing do, you almighty Galway Bogger?" "watch...." said Pat, and slowly , but surely, the Arab Terrorist with the big beard, and the bath bomb strapped to his chest began to slow down , his movements resembling a runner on a slow motion film clip, until he ground to a halt completely, frozen in time, like a statue of a once all powerfull communist leader in some third rate country's main square.

"WTF was that?" cried Trent. "Super macs self hardening curry powder " said Pat, made from a load of crap and some quickdrying wallpaper paste" " Its yer only man!!"

Fuzzytrooper

"Thank you for the assistance kind sir" said Stabby in a rare moment of coherence while lifting his Tramp Hat TM in salute. "To find the source of this mystery, we must go to the source of Supermacs...the cattle farms in Morocco's Amish quarter . I have a cousin there Jebbediah McHobo who just might be able to help..."

Heraldoffreeent

Fuzzytrooper wrote: »

"Thank you for the assistance kind sir" said Stabby in a rare moment of coherence while lifting his Tramp Hat TM in salute. "To find the source of this mystery, we must go to the source of Supermacs...the cattle farms in Morocco's Amish quarter . I have a cousin there Jebbediah McHobo who just might be able to help..."

Looking at the world through the sunset in your eyes Traveling the train through clear Moroccan skies Ducks and pigs and chickens call
Animal carpet wall to wall American ladies five-foot tall in blue
Sweeping cobwebs from the edges of my mind Had to get away to see what we could find Hope the days that lie ahead Bring us back to where they've led
Listen not to what's been said to you Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express
They're taking me to Marrakesh All aboard the train, all aboard the train

stefan idiot jones

It seems that the grimy cider drinker's looper juice had been laced with LSD as he was babbling on about mullet headed English cricketers who were medium paced bowlers and not spin so they could have never bowled a chinaman let alone a googly.
He was tripping his tits off so badly that he starred shouting obscenities at the local pigeons.
This is normal behaviour of course for a penny stamp, but he was screaming at them in Mandarin.

gerrybbadd

Stabby had lost his ****. The LSD had seriously messed him up. Trent knew that Stabby had now become collateral damage. It was time to ditch his ass. But how...

Fuzzytrooper

gerrybbadd wrote: »

Stabby had lost his ****. The LSD had seriously messed him up. Trent knew that Stabby had now become collateral damage. It was time to ditch his ass. But how...

'Aha! Once again Dutch Gold is the answer!' Trent exclaimed as he pulled a tin of the nectar gold from his coat pocket.

Wailin

gerrybbadd wrote: »

Stabby had lost his ****. The LSD had seriously messed him up. Trent knew that Stabby had now become collateral damage. It was time to ditch his ass. But how...

By mutating into a single symbiotic organism..........called..........Terence Trent Stabby..........lord help us...

Fuzzytrooper

Wailin wrote: »

By mutating into a single symbiotic organism..........called..........Terence Trent Stabby..........lord help us...

It seemed that someone had also interfered with Trent's food. "It must be Supermacs" Trent said to himself and or Stabby as he slid to the ground in an all too smooth fainting action causing numerous women in the terminal to faint in sheer amazement at the smoothness of the action

gerrybbadd

Pat MCDonagh knew what he had done. Some of his lethal curry powder mix must have gotten into Stabby & Trent's airways, causing their collapse. He also knew now what he needed to do next...

Fuzzytrooper

He started to rummage through Trent's pockets for spare change when suddenly...

Duggy747

He finds a little booklet in there that were instructions to the Mousetrap game.

"Where did you get this? I thought they stopped making this board game years ago!!"

But before he could get his answer...

Wichita Lineman

out, Countdown started and he was distracted by the sudden appearance of Rachel Reilly and her amazing...................

gerrybbadd

Numerical reasoning. And teeth.

Fuzzytrooper

and her ability to count. "Oh no!" he shouted as Trent came too, delivering a swift karate chop to his groin, felling him like a old tree that goes through the pockets of someone it shouldn't. Meanwhile Rachel's blouse inexplicably popped open and she fainted. There would be no countdown this evening. "Hahaha too easy" said Trent.

gerrybbadd

It was time to get out of this dirty Moroccan Airport, and time to get the answers Trent and Stabby came for. "It's time to get the answers we came for" said Trent, to no one in particular. Stabby was still comatose from Pat's deadly curry powder blowback

Fuzzytrooper

A pool of vomit started to form beneath the tramp. And then Trent saw something interesting in the sick. "That looks interesting" Trent said. "I can use this..."

gerrybbadd

Amazingly, the pool of vomit started to form a word... a name... THE CULPRIT!!!

Pat McDonagh was amazed. Trent, however was unphased, like he'd seen magic vomit before! "I know this name" said Trent...

Fuzzytrooper

"Derek Smart Desktop Commander! My old foe it seems has returned. But what could he be doing in Morocco? Quick Stabby, to action!" Trent said with feeling and emphasis. The loyal tramp began to stir...

gerrybbadd

Stabby stumbled to his feet like a tramp out of a wet box on a cold October morning, after frost had been on the ground.

His blades rattled on his utility belt as he got up. "Me feckin' head" said Stabby - "What was in that Shíte Pat?"

Fuzzytrooper

Pat clutched as his shattered groin "Ye'll get nutting frm me ya mad yolkes" he said through gritted teeth." Before Trent could react he popped a pill and fell over seemingly dead. "All hail the Desktop Commander" were his last words except for a strange gurgling sound which may or may not have been words. No one could understand them anyway which made them fairly pointless.

gerrybbadd

Having revealed his true intentions to the Justice Two, Pat had given the game away. At least partly. He was a hired henchman. And his Supermac's empire a front, albeit a 30 year long established front, that seemingly meant no sense. But it actually made all the sense in the world

Fuzzytrooper

"Quick" Trent said with the authority he had learned as a special forces instructor "To the Car Rental counter!"

gerrybbadd

After the necessary 1.5 hours completing paperwork with Hertz, Trent and Stabby were en route, in the Prius given to them. "Green Justice Mobile" as Stabby called it

Wossack

named after the coffin his dear departed uncle was buried in. Distracted by the reminiscing...

*thump*

Stabby hits the barrier leaving the car park

Wichita Lineman

He is now being chased by two uniformed and armed car park attendants driving a pink Ford Mondeo estate as they want to apply a clamp to his..............

Ibetit

Suddenly, he sit up and open his eyes feeling breathless....Jesus Christ, what a horrible nightmare !