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Pullin a soddin' double shift at a radio station isn't as easy as one would bloody well think. Talkin on and on like that for that long is just not right. Not that I'm not a talkative bloke, wouldn't 'ave been hired on in the first place if I wasn't. Hell everyone's got limits somewhere or another.
Wonder what Fred's limits are? Hell wonder if she still listens to the show. Can almost see her in some dark little room all locked away by herself with a pile of books. Glasses slipped down her nose. Imagine its hot in there as she's unbuttoned her blouse a tad, the straps of her bra peeking out around her shoulders. Her skirt hiked up above her knees. Be nice if I could sneak up behind her, kiss the back of her neck as she jumps....
"SPIKE!" Snap out of my daydream, hearing the station manager thumping on the booth of the glass. Quickly I flip a switch. "That's the show kiddies. Spike here signing off and leavin ya with some wankers named In Living Color. Till next time, everyone go get shagged at least once." Drop my headset on the desk as I shove the backdoor of the station open, enjoyin the cool night air. Can almost see the stars...no wait, just a soddin airplane.
Light a smoke as I head for the bike, parked down the alley a little ways. Hear a noise behind me and turn, catching a punch to the jaw before I know what the hell to do. End up knocked flat on my back, lookin back up at that same damn elevator. Lovely.
"Spike..."
Start to get up but get a boot shoved down on my chest instead.
"That's my name. Don't wear it out. Somethin I can do ya for mate?" Try to look up into the blokes eyes but all I can see is shadow. Nothin there...and there should be somethin there.
"Actually yes. A mistake has been made, I'm here to erase the aberration."
"Abawhatcion? Think ya-" Feel the sharp coldness for a split second as the axe cuts into my neck....wonder why that plane is movin so fast...
Wonder what Fred's limits are? Hell wonder if she still listens to the show. Can almost see her in some dark little room all locked away by herself with a pile of books. Glasses slipped down her nose. Imagine its hot in there as she's unbuttoned her blouse a tad, the straps of her bra peeking out around her shoulders. Her skirt hiked up above her knees. Be nice if I could sneak up behind her, kiss the back of her neck as she jumps....
"SPIKE!" Snap out of my daydream, hearing the station manager thumping on the booth of the glass. Quickly I flip a switch. "That's the show kiddies. Spike here signing off and leavin ya with some wankers named In Living Color. Till next time, everyone go get shagged at least once." Drop my headset on the desk as I shove the backdoor of the station open, enjoyin the cool night air. Can almost see the stars...no wait, just a soddin airplane.
Light a smoke as I head for the bike, parked down the alley a little ways. Hear a noise behind me and turn, catching a punch to the jaw before I know what the hell to do. End up knocked flat on my back, lookin back up at that same damn elevator. Lovely.
"Spike..."
Start to get up but get a boot shoved down on my chest instead.
"That's my name. Don't wear it out. Somethin I can do ya for mate?" Try to look up into the blokes eyes but all I can see is shadow. Nothin there...and there should be somethin there.
"Actually yes. A mistake has been made, I'm here to erase the aberration."
"Abawhatcion? Think ya-" Feel the sharp coldness for a split second as the axe cuts into my neck....wonder why that plane is movin so fast...