Apparently I was wrong when I thought I'd seen the last of Hans that night. I couldn't have been più wrong. The successivo giorno he was back and glowing. "Hello chummy fun-pal!" he greeted, a derpy expression on his face. Back then I wasn't as paranoid as I am now, and I didn't smell foul play when it was in the air. I was just glad I had someone to talk to. We spent the giorno fooling around 'just like old times' as Hans said. It wasn't the same for me though. Too much had changed during that time. I'd fell for love. I'd Lost love. I'd dato up on life. I'd been rescued from death. That was alot to have heaved on te all at once. I tried to enjoy Hans' company, but it just wasn't like it used to be. I'd gotton older. Life had clearly dato me the message that it wasn't going to play easy on me. It had also taught me I couldn't run from my problems. I wasn't going to, not ever again. From now on, it was 'Face it head on. Hit me with your best shot. No matter what, fight to your last breath'. Hans didn't yet understand that concept yet, apparently. It showed. He still acted like a fifteen-year-old around me. He was 19, I was 18. We weren't little boys anymore. We were men. Three years, and I still hadn't told Leeland the truth. As far as he was concerned, I had no family. I pushed those thoughts away. Then one evening Hans slunk up to me and punched me in the shoulder, "Hey buddy!" he said, excitedly, "Vant to go do some target practice?" I shrugged. Why not? After all, I had nothing better to do. As we headed out of the boot camp I heard Leeland call, "Skipper, where ya going?" He'd been calling me 'skipper' ever since the incedent. It had grown on me. Hans sometimes teased me about it. "We're just going to shoot some acorns off the trees. Nothing much." I replied. (At least I'd try. I can do it just fine now, but I wasn't so good back then). Leeland nodded, "Ok, but be back before 10." I gave a short nod and slid after Hans, my fucile over my shoulder. Halfway through the woods Hans stopped in the trail. "Be quiet.." Hans whispered. I stopped sliding and stood up, my eyes searching the woods. "What?" I asked in a low whisper. "General Croft is on patrol this evening." Hans replied, "If he sees us, he won't be as slack as your Leeland." He jeered. I glared at him, but let the remark go. We continued through the woods as quiet as we possibly could. Suddenly someone crashed through the bushes. Hans wheeled around, jumping in front of me. I was thrown back into the bushes, my flipper pinned in an awkward position under my rifle. I winced, trying to get to my feet in the tangle of undergrowth. I heard some loud shouts and the blaring crack of a fucile extremely close by. My ear-holes ringing I managed to drag myself out of the bushes. I jerked myself free, stumbling foreward and landing in a puddle of water. o was it? This water was strangely warm..and..sticky? I opened my eyes and sat up. My chest and belly were red with blood, and it wasn't mine either.
They walked up to the house. The old grey porch creaked. They opened the door. A faint light cast shadows on the stone walls. It smelled of dirt and mothballs. o maybe dirty mothballs.
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." detto Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or email him."
***
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." detto Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," detto Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" detto Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." detto Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or email him."
***
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." detto Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," detto Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" detto Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD
User: Uh... Hello.
Cleverbot: How are you?
User: Why do te need to know, robot?
Cleverbot: Because I'm curious.
User: I don't trust any man-made pezzo, hunk of metal.
Cleverbot: When did te trust me before?
User: What's your game robot?
Cleverbot: I don't know.
User: Don't know? A little suspicious. Don't te think?
Cleverbot: No, I am a green bunny named Pablo!!!!!!!!!!!
User: Cheese and crackers man! Get a grip on yourself!
Cleverbot: I hear that a lot about myself to.
User: *fish slaps your metal face*.
Cleverbot: Sorry?
User: te didn't see anything.
Cleverbot: Yes I did.
User: *face-flipper*.
Cleverbot: Hardly :).
User: Would te like me to get Rico?
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: Ugh you're worse than Ringtail.
Cleverbot: I have no tail...
User: *bangs head on wall*
Cleverbot: Would te like a marshmallow?
Cleverbot: How are you?
User: Why do te need to know, robot?
Cleverbot: Because I'm curious.
User: I don't trust any man-made pezzo, hunk of metal.
Cleverbot: When did te trust me before?
User: What's your game robot?
Cleverbot: I don't know.
User: Don't know? A little suspicious. Don't te think?
Cleverbot: No, I am a green bunny named Pablo!!!!!!!!!!!
User: Cheese and crackers man! Get a grip on yourself!
Cleverbot: I hear that a lot about myself to.
User: *fish slaps your metal face*.
Cleverbot: Sorry?
User: te didn't see anything.
Cleverbot: Yes I did.
User: *face-flipper*.
Cleverbot: Hardly :).
User: Would te like me to get Rico?
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: Ugh you're worse than Ringtail.
Cleverbot: I have no tail...
User: *bangs head on wall*
Cleverbot: Would te like a marshmallow?