A/N: Here I am again. Thanks for the nice reviews. Sorry if there was a
small delay in getting this posted. FF.net was closed for a day, and I've
been sick. But I'm here, and I hope to have two chapters out real soon.
Disclaimer: Didn't you read chapter one? ---------- They were two washed up, senile old men.
"So... what are we going to do when we hijack the train?" Man #2 asked, stupidly.
"Well uhh.. Umm. Hey! We need manly, tough names to use when we become famous train robbers!" #1 quickly changed the subject. "I'm using 'Cliff', how about you?"
"Cliff? HAH! Sounds like a dog's name. Well. For my name... um.. "
"Umm.."
"Umm....."
"This'll be a while." Cliff sat down on a bench at the train station. It was a small station, and one train had been sitting in front of a few benches with some people scattered around them.
"Ummmm.."
"Ummm..."
"OH! OH! I got it. PITHY!"
"...Pithy.." Cliff repeated. "That's not a name. That's not even a word! Besides, when you say it, does it strike fear in to the hearts of even the manliest of men and make them break down like little girls and wet themselves?!"
"Er.. Well.."
"Does it?!?!" Cliff yelled.
"Well... No."
"THEN WE'RE NOT USING IT. NOW, I'M NOT HIJACKING THAT TRAIN UNTIL YOU THINK OF A MANLY NAME TO GO BY. NOW SIT HERE AND THINK!!" Cliff's veins in his temples were pumping at an almost dangerous level.
Some of the people waiting for their train gave him an awkward glance.
"Umm. Well then.."
"Umm.."
"Mmmm..."
"Let's see-- no. Umm.."
"Er... Ahh.. Mmmmmmm...."
"Umm.." Cliff layed down on the bench he had been on; this was going to take a while.
"UMMMMMMM...... ...... I GOT IT!!!!!!" Cliff jumped up.
"What?!"
"Get this.... PITHY!" he exclaimed.
"That name.. is.. AWESOME! Why didn't you think of it before. Heh... Heh.. Let's go."
They both stood up, and made their way towards the train. Dust specs blew into their faces as they went, and they tripped over rolling tumbleweeds. Damn, they hated the desert. After trudging through the mess, they had finally arrived by the train. At a first notice, the train was empty. Excellent.
"Come on! Get in!" Cliff said.
The two climbed into the train. They knew what they had to do. They didn't hesitate, or even break a sweat. They were pros. Atleast, that's what they thought. Pithy clenched his fists as he made his way into the engine room. He knew he'd probably be up for a fight, but he was suprised to find the room empty.
"Cliff! Come on in. Hurry!" He called.
Cliff entered and sat in the "pilot's" chair. Don't make fun of Cliff for not knowing what the driver of a train is called. DO YOU?! He looked around at all the fancy knobs, switches, levers, and buttons. He had a sensational urge to randomly press each button. Some say that natural urges are the hardest to hold back. Well, maybe somebody didn't say that. That isn't the point.
The point is that he pressed all of these buttons, turned the knobs and switches, and pulled the levers. Lights flashed all different colors. Warnings of danger and doom flashed on a small moniter on the "dashboard."
"DAMNIT! WE NEED A FIRE TO START THIS TRAIN, PITHY. COME ON!" He said, having to speak over the sirens and warnings.
"Okay then. FIRAGA!" Random passerbys and people waiting to board the train witnessed a wonderful fireball explode out of the conductor's window on the train. Unfortunately, Cliff and Pithy were inside this particular part of the train. Fortunately though, the trains whistles started blowing and the wheels started turning.
The train raced down the tracks at inimaginable speed. I wouldn't be suprised if some of the random people could hear a sonic boom.
A stocky young man made his way to where Cliff and Pithy were.
"Hey! YOU TWO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" he yelled in an uncontrollable rage.
".. Really, Cliff," Pithy said, "what ARE we going to do now that we have this train to ourself?"
"No you don't! It's still our train!" no one paid attention to the man.
"..Hmm." Cliff thought for a moment. "AHA! We can derail the train."
"Are you just plain stupid?! We're INSIDE the train, that will most certainly kill us!!" Once again, no one listened.
"I know JUST what to do then, Pithy," Cliff said raising his hand. "I can use this magic I picked up a while ago."
The room dimmed, and sparks began to flash in green colors. The room darkened more, and it seemed to grow incredibly warmer. So the already burning heat of the desert was now rivalling the heat of the flames of Hell.
"...... ULTIMA!!!!!!!!"
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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. MUWAHAHAHAHAHA. AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. A cliffhanger. Now you GOTTA read the next chapter.
Disclaimer: Didn't you read chapter one? ---------- They were two washed up, senile old men.
"So... what are we going to do when we hijack the train?" Man #2 asked, stupidly.
"Well uhh.. Umm. Hey! We need manly, tough names to use when we become famous train robbers!" #1 quickly changed the subject. "I'm using 'Cliff', how about you?"
"Cliff? HAH! Sounds like a dog's name. Well. For my name... um.. "
"Umm.."
"Umm....."
"This'll be a while." Cliff sat down on a bench at the train station. It was a small station, and one train had been sitting in front of a few benches with some people scattered around them.
"Ummmm.."
"Ummm..."
"OH! OH! I got it. PITHY!"
"...Pithy.." Cliff repeated. "That's not a name. That's not even a word! Besides, when you say it, does it strike fear in to the hearts of even the manliest of men and make them break down like little girls and wet themselves?!"
"Er.. Well.."
"Does it?!?!" Cliff yelled.
"Well... No."
"THEN WE'RE NOT USING IT. NOW, I'M NOT HIJACKING THAT TRAIN UNTIL YOU THINK OF A MANLY NAME TO GO BY. NOW SIT HERE AND THINK!!" Cliff's veins in his temples were pumping at an almost dangerous level.
Some of the people waiting for their train gave him an awkward glance.
"Umm. Well then.."
"Umm.."
"Mmmm..."
"Let's see-- no. Umm.."
"Er... Ahh.. Mmmmmmm...."
"Umm.." Cliff layed down on the bench he had been on; this was going to take a while.
"UMMMMMMM...... ...... I GOT IT!!!!!!" Cliff jumped up.
"What?!"
"Get this.... PITHY!" he exclaimed.
"That name.. is.. AWESOME! Why didn't you think of it before. Heh... Heh.. Let's go."
They both stood up, and made their way towards the train. Dust specs blew into their faces as they went, and they tripped over rolling tumbleweeds. Damn, they hated the desert. After trudging through the mess, they had finally arrived by the train. At a first notice, the train was empty. Excellent.
"Come on! Get in!" Cliff said.
The two climbed into the train. They knew what they had to do. They didn't hesitate, or even break a sweat. They were pros. Atleast, that's what they thought. Pithy clenched his fists as he made his way into the engine room. He knew he'd probably be up for a fight, but he was suprised to find the room empty.
"Cliff! Come on in. Hurry!" He called.
Cliff entered and sat in the "pilot's" chair. Don't make fun of Cliff for not knowing what the driver of a train is called. DO YOU?! He looked around at all the fancy knobs, switches, levers, and buttons. He had a sensational urge to randomly press each button. Some say that natural urges are the hardest to hold back. Well, maybe somebody didn't say that. That isn't the point.
The point is that he pressed all of these buttons, turned the knobs and switches, and pulled the levers. Lights flashed all different colors. Warnings of danger and doom flashed on a small moniter on the "dashboard."
"DAMNIT! WE NEED A FIRE TO START THIS TRAIN, PITHY. COME ON!" He said, having to speak over the sirens and warnings.
"Okay then. FIRAGA!" Random passerbys and people waiting to board the train witnessed a wonderful fireball explode out of the conductor's window on the train. Unfortunately, Cliff and Pithy were inside this particular part of the train. Fortunately though, the trains whistles started blowing and the wheels started turning.
The train raced down the tracks at inimaginable speed. I wouldn't be suprised if some of the random people could hear a sonic boom.
A stocky young man made his way to where Cliff and Pithy were.
"Hey! YOU TWO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" he yelled in an uncontrollable rage.
".. Really, Cliff," Pithy said, "what ARE we going to do now that we have this train to ourself?"
"No you don't! It's still our train!" no one paid attention to the man.
"..Hmm." Cliff thought for a moment. "AHA! We can derail the train."
"Are you just plain stupid?! We're INSIDE the train, that will most certainly kill us!!" Once again, no one listened.
"I know JUST what to do then, Pithy," Cliff said raising his hand. "I can use this magic I picked up a while ago."
The room dimmed, and sparks began to flash in green colors. The room darkened more, and it seemed to grow incredibly warmer. So the already burning heat of the desert was now rivalling the heat of the flames of Hell.
"...... ULTIMA!!!!!!!!"
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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. MUWAHAHAHAHAHA. AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. A cliffhanger. Now you GOTTA read the next chapter.