Chase - capture and the shipping forecast
>"We've got to make sure he dosn't get there..."
>
>The chase had begun...
"So, to recap, we've got an Elvis impressionist and a guy who, if whacked on
the head will fry me, against an evil, psychopathic superfast guy?" asked
Dean, trudging through the forest, Jay well out of sight by now. It had
started as a chase, now both sides were just walking, Jay walking
considerably faster, no doubt with some evil plans at hand.
"Pretty much yeh." said Phil.
"Oh, greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa............"shrieked Dean, shooting into the sky.
"What?" said Phil, he looked up.
Dean was hanging from the top branch of a tree, held by some rather
dodgy-looking rope trap.
"Well, thats a fine how-do-you-do isn't it?" said Phil.
"Stop blabbering and return me to sender!" said Dean, an Elverism slipping
in.
"Roge-o Mr T."
"And never, ever call me that again!"
"Right," said Phil, firing up his laser vision, and watching as Dean
plummeted towards the ground, head-first, from 20 feet.
"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*BAM*"
"Whoops." said Phil, helping 'Mr T' up. "You alright?"
"Why, thank-you Wendy, now its 9 minutes past the hour and time for teh
shipping forecast...BUMF" said Dean, hitting the dirt again.
"Excellent, back to normal," said Phil, kicking Dean and moving off towards
where Jay had headed.
Dean "Perkins"* Thomas
Madness Takes Its Toll, Please have Exact Change
*Radio 4 gag, its not important
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