Sorry if these chapters are really short. So, uh, here's chapter number
two.
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"So, how many boxes are we moving anyways?" MacGyver inquired as the van set off down the street.
"Oh, about a couple truckloads is all," Willis said, looking sideways at his "helper" and hoping that he wasn't going to get punched right about now. To his surprise, though, MacGyver took it in stride.
"Goody," he mumbled dryly.
"All right, we're here. All the trucks are parked right in front of the building, so all you have to do is walk to them and take the boxes out. Simple!" Willis exclaimed.
"Whatever," MacGyver said, jumping out of the van and heading for the closest truck. Willis jumped out and ran after him, and they both grabbed a couple of large boxes from the back of the truck. Then they walked into the building.
About five hours and much effort later, all but half of one truck was empty.
"Okay, you go ahead and get some more boxes, I'm going to make some space in here. That way there will be room for the boxes, which would be nice," MacGyver panted.
"Yeah, okay," Willis said. He wasn't in a talkative mood. Since he was in worse shape than MacGyver, he felt like he was dying.
As Willis left, MacGyver dragged some boxes into the back. Stumbling over a cord, he dropped one with a loud bang.
"Ah, I'll come back for it later," MacGyver grumbled, moving on. Little did he know, that the box he had just dropped was slowly tipping towards another box. As soon as it quietly hit, that box tipped towards another, which in turn tipped towards another, and so on. Creating a domino effect going straight back to where MacGyver was.
Meanwhile, Willis had just stepped into the building and deposited his boxes. He was just about to leave, When he heard a shout, and a huge crash. Startled, he ran to the back of the building, but the whole way was blocked off by boxes.
"Oh dear. MACGYVER!" he shouted, trying to find out if MacGyver was still conscious. Unfortunately, Willis heard nothing, so he decided to call Phoenix and at least get Pete to help. Anyone who was left.
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"So, how many boxes are we moving anyways?" MacGyver inquired as the van set off down the street.
"Oh, about a couple truckloads is all," Willis said, looking sideways at his "helper" and hoping that he wasn't going to get punched right about now. To his surprise, though, MacGyver took it in stride.
"Goody," he mumbled dryly.
"All right, we're here. All the trucks are parked right in front of the building, so all you have to do is walk to them and take the boxes out. Simple!" Willis exclaimed.
"Whatever," MacGyver said, jumping out of the van and heading for the closest truck. Willis jumped out and ran after him, and they both grabbed a couple of large boxes from the back of the truck. Then they walked into the building.
About five hours and much effort later, all but half of one truck was empty.
"Okay, you go ahead and get some more boxes, I'm going to make some space in here. That way there will be room for the boxes, which would be nice," MacGyver panted.
"Yeah, okay," Willis said. He wasn't in a talkative mood. Since he was in worse shape than MacGyver, he felt like he was dying.
As Willis left, MacGyver dragged some boxes into the back. Stumbling over a cord, he dropped one with a loud bang.
"Ah, I'll come back for it later," MacGyver grumbled, moving on. Little did he know, that the box he had just dropped was slowly tipping towards another box. As soon as it quietly hit, that box tipped towards another, which in turn tipped towards another, and so on. Creating a domino effect going straight back to where MacGyver was.
Meanwhile, Willis had just stepped into the building and deposited his boxes. He was just about to leave, When he heard a shout, and a huge crash. Startled, he ran to the back of the building, but the whole way was blocked off by boxes.
"Oh dear. MACGYVER!" he shouted, trying to find out if MacGyver was still conscious. Unfortunately, Willis heard nothing, so he decided to call Phoenix and at least get Pete to help. Anyone who was left.