Just came back from work. Got off early today. Whew!
Im really f***ing overdosed on RedBull right now... How do I sleep without you, 'oh-so-lovely-over-sweetened-pancreas -killing-honey-to-my-lips'. Your smell sends ripples down my spine and i savour your sweetness on the tip of my tongue. Whoo!
Ok. Now that the im-material gay moment is over. Back to my story. Instead of writing out the day in the usual, bland boring way, I've decided I want to.... (wait for it)... WRITE A STORY!
Yes oh-so-marvellous people! I'm going to be write a story on a -oh-so-marvellous day at work.
So it begins, with our hero, sitting in his trench...
The Candy Bar... waiting for his witless prey to come...
the oh-so-dreaded Patron.
He checks his watch. Its only 630. He looks up. Somewhere in the distance, he hears footsteps.
A lot of footsteps...Like the sound of thunder.
He gets up, preparing his counter for the inevitable rush of maddened creatures, hungry mouths waiting to be fed with the piles and piles of food waiting behind him.
He tenses. He's ready. Beside him, his brave comrades get up too. Some quickly re-load their ammo, stocking the racks with chips and sweets. Other prepare their grenades, cups of ice waiting to be filled with the thirst-quenching drinks the enemy so desires.
He sees his prey now, filing up at the gates of hell, thrusting their tickets at the overwhelmed ushers. The ushers move quickly, letting the first through. But they cannot hold on much longer...
Then, the first of them break through.
Rushing blindly forward, they hit the counter like a gargantuan wave, screaming their foul, damned orders, hungry mouths and faces waiting to to be stuffed!
He lobs a few grenades to appease their appetites first, then turns to get the heavy artillery...
The Popcorn.
He rushes forward. Suddenly, his comrades appears to his left, carrying a tray of nachos. Our hero ducks, barely avoiding the hot cheese waiting to scald the inside of some distasteful mouth!
He quickly recovers and gets to the armory to fill up his tanks with the popcorn. He rushes back, just as the disgusting creatures scream for more bloody hotdogs!
Cursing his fate, our hero jumps to the rack to scoop up a few cheesy hotdogs, burning his hands along the way. He gets back in time to receive the smelly, sweat-drenched cash, just as new wave of monsters hit the counter.
He fights this unrelenting crowd for what seems like ages. His comrade to his side yells, overwhelmed. He jumps in to help her, scooping up nachos and hotdogs for her...But is it enough?
Looking around at the screaming and the carnage our hero realises one thing...
They were overwhelmed.
He rushes over to his comm unit to do the one thing he could ...
Call for backup....
In seconds, his general and lieutenant arrive with 2 more soldiers. Now, 7 people are working to fight off the hellish mob!
It starts to work. The mob is slowly thinning out. Our hero glances over at the crowd as he fills up a cup. They were winning!
Within minutes, the mob is all but gone, fleeing to the safety of the darkened chambers where they will sit, enthralled by moving pictures and sound, oblivious to the war that just happened outside.. It was like they were never there.
But our hero knows that soon, a new army will arrive. And they will be under siege again. They had only minutes. They reloaded, restocked and prepared again.
Our hero stares at his watch... 645...
Fifteen minutes... It had seemed like a lifetime...
Over the dark dark horizon...he hears thunderous footsteps...
