“Okey-dokey we’re ready Mr Bender.”
“You took your time, where’s the button and the codes?”
“For launching ´em of course, those darn McClures keep trespassing my property, not to mention Mrs Duffy’s chicken.”.
“Oh, you want the launcher to be added, sorry sir, we weren’t informed. The order clearly states nuclear missiles, not launcher, you’ll have to wait a couple of days for a license, though.”
“A license, you’re demented for fuck sake, I know the constitution, how long’s the wait.”
“Just two days, and it’s another 100 bucks.”
“Bloodsucking maggots, but I can’t wait to exercise my rights.”
This is the first time in a long time I write a story in just dialogue, sorry for misunderstanding the pictures. I thought it looked like some missile launcher, not grindstones. Anyway, I guess the genre is dark humor.
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September 14, 2016