Well, after not posting for a week or maybe more, I decided to post a chapter today. Enjoy.
Day Seven: The Mayor
Clucks, Charles, Fred, and a mob of angry citizens with pitch forks and common (but dangerous) house hold items, stood outside of the mayor's house. The mayor had locked all the doors inside, closed all the windows, and was up in his office, looking down on the frenzy of his citizens below.
His assistant, Tim, pushed up his glasses and asked, "Um, sir, shouldn't you go down there and uh...talk to them?"
"Are you stupid?!!? That's a MOB, ma' boy, with pitch forks, butcher knives, and worse! And you expect ME to talk to them? You must be stupid...." he shouted at him.
"But sir...What if they get even more angry because your hiding from them, so they'll know it's true, and then they'll break down the doors and most likely hang you." Tim said.
"Oh all right..." the mayor said with a grunt, and his assistant led him to the front door.
Clucks and the rest of the crowd booed as the mayor came out, some even throwing things at him. Clucks himself spat at him.
"Now now, my people, calm down! This can all be explained! Just put down your weapons and lets talk peacefully!" the mayor said in a quivering voice. "Peacefully? You nearly killed us all!" Clucks yelled. "You dared to deal with outlaws, when you of all people should know that outlaws HATE clackerz! What the heck were you thinkin'?!?!!" the crowd roared their agreement.
"We-well, I...I....." the mayor said, his arms shaking. Suddenly, his legs felt to weak to carry his body, and he fell to his knees.
After scheming up something to do with the mayor, Clucks, Charles, and the other people that got to decide what happened to him came up with a idea.
"Alright then, you backstabbin' fiend...It has been decided that you are going to be thrown out into the desert and will never be aloud to come into this town ever again in your life!" Charles said angrily. And so, the ex-mayor walked out of the town, shrugging.
P.S sorry for it being so short, it's mostly just conversation, so I figured I wouldn't post a full chapter of talk.
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Co.M
"The judge knew that he was full of shit and gave him twenty five years and now his heart is filled with tears. That night it was getting late. He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed. but the guards payed no attention to his cries. that's when things got out of control. The moral of the date rape story: it does not pay to be drunk and horny." -Sublime, Date Rape
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