Bowling for Horsemen
The figure's horse stepped forward into the light. "Hello again, always a
"Um..Phil?" Jay whispered "Didn't I kill him?"
Phil just shrugged.
"Yes Mr Chrysler" Evil Phil said, apparently hearing Jay's whispering voice
across a fair distance "You did kill me..figured it was time I repaid the
favour! WRAITHS! CHAAAARRGGGGEE!"
"Wot? But I'm trying to clear my credit card this month!" replied one of the
"Oh forget it, just attack!"
The riders began to charge down at the crew, many of whom were considering
charging away in blind smegging terror. McJohn watched the specticle from a
ledge on the wall, cradling Dean's head in his arms.
Dean's head, sick of being carried around by a psychotic imbecile, bit
McJohn's hand savagely. McJohn was instantly cured of the effects of the
Gollem Booth, and let out a vicious stream of expletives ending with an
intimate reference to the head's mother, and threw it down at the charging
The head swelled up suddenly to the size of a small boulder and knocked over
the riders like a giant bowling ball. Dean's face contorted is absolute and
utter terrified perplexion. The head shrank back to normal size as it
rolled to a stop in front of the crew.
"Ow...I think I broke my nose!" said the head.
"Smegging hell," said someone, "we need that guy on our bowling team!"
McJohn heard this and responded in a manner which, although lacking in wit,
was perfectly clear to everyone with an IQ over 5.
"I'll join whatever you want, JUST GET ME THE SMEG DOWN FROM HERE!!!"