A tad bit more
Fortunately for Jeremy, although in retrospect, quite unfortunate as well, Jeremy had dealt with a situation like this before. Sometimes his mind wanders, and doesn't always stay true to what's most important. Several years ago, Jeremy was diagnosed with a mild case of neurosynchroticdilaposomisis. He never could remember the full name, but the doctor had written it down on a piece of paper Jeremy treasured. Put simply, neurosynchroticdilaoposomisis is a somewhat rare condition where an individual's brain diverts all focus from the main senses and towards the section of the brain where dreams of barnyard are conjured. It can happen fairly frequently, especially during times when a lot of thinking power is used, or in Jeremy's case, when his heart races.
Jeremy's wife, Mildred, left him, enraged by his constant occurences of "zoning out" (and also the matter that he never could remember their anniversary) several years ago and it all went downhill from there. He got himself in with bad crowd. The very same crowd trying to see the latest blockbuster action movie sequel to the sequel of one of the most highly critically rated sequels ever produced. It wasn't long before he was riding motorbikes backwards, dropping out of work (literally... from the second floor of the office block), raiding the banana recyling plant chief's dustbin for orange peels and of course, taking up the life of crime on the streets. But his condition didn't help in this situation. On one fated night, he had quite possibly the biggest mark of his life - a lone woman on a late night, with a very thin-strapped and jeweled purse loosely resting on her arm. He grabbed the purse, but only seconds later, froze, still grasping the purse. Of course, Margret was having none of it, took the purse back, and ran away into the night, leaving Jeremy alone in his own little world. When he later returned to the real world, Margret had got away, using another the other passageway. But that wasn't going to happen this time! Jeremy knew that his latest target would go in for the next stairwell, and knew what had to be done.
Saying farewell to the ninth floor, the climb back down had once again begun. Unlike before, there was in actual fact an eighth floor, but its mention is short and sweet, and after spinning around the steps, it had gone and there was the ground floor. He took a moment to think about the prosperity of jumping straight from the eighth floor to the ground, but dismissed it as stupidity. He opened the door and walked across the range over towards the exit.
Meanwhile, Chief Kolja IV and his armies had taken the previous hours to traverse from, as Lorenzia had put it, "The Middle of Absolutely I Don't Know Where We Are" (more commonly known as Tsumeb) and into England. And in this intervening period, The Chief had proposed to Lorenzia, and accepting, he name now became Mrs. Kaskuff. Additionally, the green blob of goo that was stuck behind her ear had started its own sub-life with its own sub-culture of little people with noses for ears and a box of cornflakes for noses. But they were tiny. Really tiny. Now closer in the vacinity to their destination, Kolja's new wife decided they should land the flying behemoth and work out just exactly they were heading. She had chosen a nine-story multi-storey car park to conveniently park their flying machine.
Jeremy's wife, Mildred, left him, enraged by his constant occurences of "zoning out" (and also the matter that he never could remember their anniversary) several years ago and it all went downhill from there. He got himself in with bad crowd. The very same crowd trying to see the latest blockbuster action movie sequel to the sequel of one of the most highly critically rated sequels ever produced. It wasn't long before he was riding motorbikes backwards, dropping out of work (literally... from the second floor of the office block), raiding the banana recyling plant chief's dustbin for orange peels and of course, taking up the life of crime on the streets. But his condition didn't help in this situation. On one fated night, he had quite possibly the biggest mark of his life - a lone woman on a late night, with a very thin-strapped and jeweled purse loosely resting on her arm. He grabbed the purse, but only seconds later, froze, still grasping the purse. Of course, Margret was having none of it, took the purse back, and ran away into the night, leaving Jeremy alone in his own little world. When he later returned to the real world, Margret had got away, using another the other passageway. But that wasn't going to happen this time! Jeremy knew that his latest target would go in for the next stairwell, and knew what had to be done.
Saying farewell to the ninth floor, the climb back down had once again begun. Unlike before, there was in actual fact an eighth floor, but its mention is short and sweet, and after spinning around the steps, it had gone and there was the ground floor. He took a moment to think about the prosperity of jumping straight from the eighth floor to the ground, but dismissed it as stupidity. He opened the door and walked across the range over towards the exit.
Meanwhile, Chief Kolja IV and his armies had taken the previous hours to traverse from, as Lorenzia had put it, "The Middle of Absolutely I Don't Know Where We Are" (more commonly known as Tsumeb) and into England. And in this intervening period, The Chief had proposed to Lorenzia, and accepting, he name now became Mrs. Kaskuff. Additionally, the green blob of goo that was stuck behind her ear had started its own sub-life with its own sub-culture of little people with noses for ears and a box of cornflakes for noses. But they were tiny. Really tiny. Now closer in the vacinity to their destination, Kolja's new wife decided they should land the flying behemoth and work out just exactly they were heading. She had chosen a nine-story multi-storey car park to conveniently park their flying machine.