NEXT CHAPTA!
Wheeee! Here we go. (BTW, you ate my dammn sandwich! NOW DIE!!!)
Hans stood, facing the hundreds of guns. All the soldiers lowered their weapons, and one came forward to talk to Hans. He was tall, with brown hair and a slim build. He wore a large camouflage outfit.
“We’re very sorry, Mr. Knots. We thought you were an alien from another planet. It was all a big misunderstanding.” The man tilted his head back and let out a loud, raucous laugh. Hans was confused. "Yes Mrs. Knots, we have Don right here," said the General in the corner of the room on the phone. Holding his hand over the phone, he addressed his men. "Goddamnit men! This is the fourth time this week! Mrs. Knots is going to put those residual checks from the Andy Griffith show to use in the court room if you don't keep doing this!"
“Mr. Knots?” Hans asked.
“Yes. You are Mr. Don Knots, aren’t you?”
“Err.. uhh...” Hans tried to think of something to say. “Why, yes, yes I am.”
“Good. You are free to go. But if you talk, we’ll kill you...”
“ I- I won- won’t ever speak of this to anyone.” Hans stuttered.
“Good. Now we’ll fly you out of here.” With that, the man motioned for Hans to follow him to a large plane. It was large and gray, like most planes. Actually, like every other army plane there ever was, just with a different name. “Go ahead and get in.”
Hans tried to squirm in, but his third leg made it difficult. Once he made himself comfortable (I have no idea how) the plane was taxied out onto the runway. It sped up, and lifted off. It was speeding over the desert at mach... something. Hans didn’t care. He just wanted to find Sven and get back to Oddworld. Suddenly an alarm sounded... Something was wrong with the plane.
“Uh oh! There’s something wrong with the engine!” said the pilot.
“What?! What is it?” Hans asked the pilot.
“...It fell off.”
“WHAT?! It’s directly connected to the plane! How can it fall off?”
“Well, the back half of the plane kind of came un-bolted... Damn hardware stores.” The plane plummeted toward the desert sand.
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