The Thomas the Tank Engine Crackfic Collab
By Memesandtreasure and Seaboarder
Published by Derby Locomotive Works on FanFiction
Episode 1. Percy's Personal Hellhole
It was a beautiful October day on Sodor, and everyone was happy.
Well, everyone but Percy.
You see, Percy's been assigned to pull a mail train alongside Rebecca. You're probably wondering, "Isn't Rebecca a sweet heart though?", and to that I have to say, "Nah, she's a right bitch." You see, Rebecca is actually a fucking sadist. She sees everyone as fair game except the physically and mentally slow Fergus, and the very paranoid Henry. The latter deals with the overinflation of his paranoia's severity by drowning himself in wine.
So, you're probably wondering, is Percy unhappy because she's a fucking sadist, and will probably find ways to torture him? And to that I have to say, Percy's also a little bitch that can kick Rebecca's ass. And Rebecca knows this. So instead, she decides to treat Percy like he's 2 years old and still drinking milk from a fucking sippy cup. There's one other engine who does this shit, but we'll get to her later.
Anyway, Percy was being dragged along by Rebecca. "Oh do come along little Percy, mommy knows the way", she cooed. "For Fucks Sake, Just Speak To Me Normally! Torture's Better Than This!", Percy exclaimed. "Daw, you're so cute when you get angry like that", she cooed again. Percy can't wait to be back home at Ffarquhar Sheds with Thomas and Toby, the Small Military Engine Duo. We'll get to their backstories later, however. Just know that Toby is one of the few engines who can genuinely terrify Rebecca, since he decided to personally demonstrate to her just how devastating some of his firearms are. On a related note, Rebecca still has a 10 millimeter wide hole in her dome.
Anyway, when the nightly mail runs were done, Percy returned back to Ffarquhar sheds, where he went into his stash of brandy, proceeding to down an entire bottle without stopping. "Oy, Percy. You look like you've seen better days.", Thomas pointed out. "Yeah. What crawled into your smokebox and died?", Toby snarkily followed up with. "It's Rebecca. She chooses to fuck around with everyone else as a regular sadist, and yet she chooses to torture ME by treating me like I'm a two year old human. I'm one of the oldest engines on the island, and yet I'm treated like I can't do anything. It's frustrating, and I just want it to stop.", Percy groaned out. Thomas consoled the green saddle tank, explaining "Well, there's always tomorrow, and besides, today was the last run that you needed to take with her for the month."
"It's the 30th, you dumbass.", Percy deadpanned.
"Well excuse me for having a brainfart.", responded Thomas, calm as ever.
"I'm gonna go to sleep, so I'll see you lot in the morning", Percy yawned.
"Fine. Just remember, things could always be worse.", Toby spoke kindly.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever", Percy muttered out softly, before drifting off to sleep.
9 hours later.
It was 10:00 in the morning, and Percy was enjoying his warm berth. Then, something was uttered that shook him to his very core.
"Good morning, sleepy-head!", Lily yelled cheerfully.
"AH! WAIT, WHAT THE HELL?! LILY?! WHERE'S THOMAS, AND TOBY!?", Percy screeched out in shock.
"Ah yes, those two. Thomas is off, uuhh, taking Annie and Clarabel for today. Toby's off with Henrietta and Hannah, Elsie too, I think.", Lily replied, disdain dripping like venom in her voice.
"Alright then. Seems like they got off to an early start", Percy thought with a hint of suspicion.
Just then, the fat fuck rolled up in his ocean blue vintage car.
"Ah yes, Percy and Lily. I have a few jobs for you today", announced Topham. "Lily, you're to take a load of stone to the docks. Be there at Anopha quarry by 9:30 sharp. Mavis will be arranging your trucks.", he added on.
"Alrighty then sir. I'll be there as soon as possible.", Lily replied.
"Percy, you're on the passenger shift this time. I need you to collect some coaches for a new batch of enthusiasts today. Henry should be stopping by with a commuter train at 11:00. Be there as soon as you can. In the meantime, I'd also like you to shunt the yard around here as well. It's quite messy.", answered Topham.
"You got it sir. I'll try to do the best I can.", responded Percy.
"Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get to a meeting with the railway board.", Sir Topham Hatt promptly stated, not realizing that the engines all knew that a meeting with the railway board meant that he'd probably just gorge himself at an all you can eat buffet.
"Alrighty then, I must be off, or else I'll be late picking up that stone train. See you later, my little sugar cube.", Lily cooed. Unfortunately, Percy did not pick up on the immediate danger signal, and so, went about his jobs for the day none the wiser. Granted, it was kind of weird that everyone called him baby names throughout the day, and treated him like Rebecca usually does. Even the likes of Gordon doing the exact same thing creeped him out. Thankfully, Thierry seemed to be the exact same as he usually is, so that was a plus. Although, it was weird how secretive he was, asking Percy to talk with him in this decrepit again, he was the only one available who listened to Percy's plight, and chose to give the saddle tank his thoughts on the matter.
"What's weirder is that I haven't seen Thomas and Toby all day. Granted, they're off doing their jobs, but I feel like I should have seen them at least once today.", Percy pondered.
"Hm. Tell me then? Has anything else seemed off to you? Anything major?", Thierry inquired.
"Well, everyone's been calling me things I've only ever heard from Rebecca or Emily. It's unsettling, but I really hope that it's just one big, practical joke at my expense.", Percy replied, fear being evident in his voice.
A whistle-like horn rang long and hard through the air. "Oh, I must be off. I have other places to be as of right now.", spoke Thierry. The muffled whirring of a turbine rang through the air as Thierry puffed away, deeper into the forest. However, his attempts at calming down Percy's fears had only made it worse. He thought about the possible implications of the way that everyone but Thierry had been treating him, as well as the disappearances of Thomas and Toby, when he realized that he needed to go to the station soon. With that, he set off for the day.
12 hours later
Percy had been waiting for Thomas and Toby to get home to talk to them about the weird day he's been having. At first, he was kind of anxious when they didn't get home by 9:00 pm, but he shrugged that off as nothing more than a simple hold up. Then that anxiety spiked when they hadn't returned by 10:00. Now, that anxiety has reached its roof, and shot through it, because they were extremely late with getting home now. This worried Percy to no end, as now he knew that something really was wrong. He rushed down to Tidmouth to try and find some answers, but what he found terrified him to no end.
"Thierry, what the hell happened here?", Percy muttered to himself. The sheds were completely ruined. Walls had either been brought down, or looked like they were standing on their last legs. The only remnants of the roof were a few tiles, sprinkled along the ground like snow flakes during a windy day, while the rails placed in each berth looked like they were singed by a flamethrower. The only one who seemed remotely well off was Thierry, who had simply been derailed.
"Rebecca happened, you dumb ass. She went through here on a rampage, said something about trying to find Thomas and Toby. I simply got caught in the crossfire without her noticing my presence, and here I am now. Now, could you get that crane over there? I'd like to be able to stay on the rails this time", Thierry replied, calm as ever.
Percy coupled up to a pair of breakdown cranes. His drivers had to operate the cranes, since there were no workmen in the area. Fortunately, it wasn't too hard for them to understand the controls, so the job was done rather quickly. Percy then questioned what the hell was going on.
"Percy, remember what I asked you earlier, about whether or not something seemed off to you?", Henry inquired.
"Well, at first I just thought that everyone had been calling these baby names for the sake of a big joke at my expense, but now that I think about it, it seemed as though they were being sincere in how they viewed me. Also, I haven't seen Thomas and Toby since yesterday. What could have happened to them?", Percy pondered, almost getting lost in his own thoughts.
"You really don't know, do you?", Thierry replied.
"Know what?", Percy responded.
"Look, we all know that Rebecca treated you like a baby because it was a fun way to mentally torture you, but somewhere along the way, she began to have a genuine belief that you were nothing more than a child. She had started to preach about how adorable and precious you were in her eyes, and while a few of us didn't fall for her trick, the rest took it, hook, line, and sinker. Her followers began to turn on us, like how rabid wolves turn on their pack. They just treated us hostiley at first, but I guess that they saw it fitting to choose now of all times to strike. I don't exactly know what happened to Thomas and Toby, but they're probably still alive and kicking.", Henry explained.
"Who else was with you guys?", Percy asked.
"That was it actually.", Thierry stated.
"What?"
"Yeah, everyone but me and those two, as well as the trucks, took Rebecca's bait, hook, line, and sinker. I think that the only reason the military duo and I didn't take the bait is because you're a fucking bastard my guy. Also, the fact that you're so ugly really didn't help Rebecca's case with vouching for you in my book."
"Well fuck you then, Mr. Square Wheels.", Percy replied. Then, he asked the big question of what the fuck they were to do about it.
"I'm surprised you didn't realize it the whole time. We're getting off of this island, as fast and quietly as possible.", spoke Thierry.
The both of them set off from Tidmouth after getting the NWR's #3.1 back on the track, they moved as fast as they could under the cover of night.
At first, the trip seemed like it was going to go quite smoothly, until they reached Knapford that is.
"Is that Rebecca?"
"Obviously. Who else on the railway is that large, and colored like a banana?"
"Molly?"
"Nah man, she's James sized at best."
"Alright, as much as we'd like to discuss the size range of our resident Claude Hamilton, I'm pretty sure that we should probably be, I don't know, helping you fucks get off the island before something worse can happen", cut in Percy's fireman, Marcus "Mark" Evergreen.
"Alright, alright. We'll get going right now then.", Thierry snapped back.
They had almost made it out of the station when a two toned, whistle-like horn rang throughout the air.
"Molly. Shit, shit, shit, need to put on the brakes.", Thierry frantically spoke.
Luckily, both sets of drivers heard the plea, and braked their respective locomotives as fast as they could.
Meanwhile, the Knapford shed engines all awoke with a start.
"Hm. Something feels off. Hey, Gordon, go and check it out for us.", Rebecca requested.
"Hm? Oh yeah, sure. It's convenient enough, since I'm already set to be taking "The Red Mile" for James in 90 minutes anyway."
"Gordon, did I ask for your thoughts on the matter?", Rebecca questioned.
"No, you didn't.", Gordon responded.
"Then in that case, just do what I ordered from you then. I don't need your comments on the matter."
"Alright, I understand. I'll be back to tell you what I found.", Gordon replied, moving out of the sheds.
He promptly pulled into the station, right next to Thierry and Percy. Percy shakes in fear, anticipating the worst of what could possibly come.
"Oy, Gordon, what do you want?", Thierry snarkily inquired.
"Nothing. Just trying to help you escape. By the way, you really should be a lot more subtle with your escapes. Everyone heard something, and you woke up everyone at the sheds. I'm to tell them what I found. Just wait for me to report my supposed findings, alright? Then, we make our leave."
"Fine, just make it snappy."
"Yes, yes, I'll get right on it, your greatness.", the NWR's number 4 calmy spoke back, before rolling back towards the sheds.
"What was that all about?", questioned Percy.
"Gordon's been a double agent for Thomas, Toby, and I. He's been vital in allowing us to monitor Rebecca and her followers."
"Oh. Well, he sure as hell doesn't seem to like it."
"Well, obviously. Who would like working under that bat-shit insane banana anyway?"
"Touche."
Gordon then rolled in.
"Ok, they seemed to have bought it. We just need to wait for Molly to bring in a goods train for me to take to Cronk, and then we can be on our merry way", told Gordon quietly.
They waited for what felt like an eternity, which made the relief they felt when Molly arrived with Gordon's goods train all the more palpable.
"Hello there, Molly."
"Hello to you too, Gordon. I have your goods train at the ready. Shouldn't be too much for someone like you to handle, even with your huge ego."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Why don't you go take my place at the sheds or whatever? I ain't gonna be returning until morning anyways."
"Sure fat-face. Hey, I should be able to work with Percy tomorrow. Can't wait to see his stupidly adorable face. It warms my heart each time I get a glimpse."
"Alright, alright. See ya tomorrow."
"See ya."
Gordon then backed down onto the goods train after exiting Knapford station.
"Coast is clear. You guys should probably follow close behind. When we get to Cronk, I'll drop off the goods, and tell Rebecca that I got a request to pick something up at Barrow In Furness. We'll be able to make it off of the island by morning.", Gordon explained.
"Alright, let's do this. We're getting off of Sodor. You know where to find Thomas and Toby though?"
"No, they got off the island a while ago. I was one of the members of the group who tried to chase them down. Luckily, I was able to warn them well in advance, so they've been able to get to the mainland. Think they're living it up as shunters. Henrietta, Hannah, Elsie, Annie, and Clarabel were apparently able to escape with them as well, so they're fine too. We just have to make it past Barrow In Furness."
"What about the fat controller?", Percy inquired.
"Oh, he had the railway taken from him by Rebecca. Yeah, she does a good job as a controller, but I'll be damned if I didn't acknowledge that she's a lot harder to work with than STH.", Gordon answered.
"Oh. Well then, let's get going.", Percy curtly replied.
4 hours later.
Gordon had finally been able to finish with his goods run. He had been watching out for any possible threats to Thierry and Percy's safety, the latter most of all, since he's the one who started this entire thing in the first place. That meant that if he were to escape, Rebecca's influence would wane, and things might get back to normal.
So far, they'd been able to move past Gronk, and were making good time past Crovan's Gate too.
"Y'know, I'd have thought that we'd be stuck in a high intensity chase scene or something. Yet here we are, running down the lines, no challenge in sight.", contemplated Thierry.
"Oy, be quiet. We don't need to look a gift horse in the mouth when we're so close to escape.", Gordon snapped back.
"Oh come on, Gordon. It's not like he'll end up ji-"
"Where're you going with these tractors, sugar cube?"
The three engines' hearts dropped. They knew who that voice belonged to, but did they dare to look? Fortunately for the tender engines, Percy had the guts to look to his left. Nothing there. Then, he looked to his right, and who does it just so happen to be? It's Lily, the engine who Percy should have seen as a warning sign, pulling another nightly goods train herself.
"Oh god.", Percy quivered, fear lacing his voice like poison.
"Go, GO!", Thierry shouted at Gordon.
"I'm going, I'm GOING!", Gordon shouted back.
Thierry and Gordon had reacted so suddenly, that Percy himself was unable to get up to speed, instead being dragged along by the A1/C1 hybrid, while the A0 led the charge, desperate to escape Rebecca's clutches once and for all.
"Oh No, You Don't!", Lily screeched out. She then activated the radio system that had been built into her cab. "Caterpillar's escaping, I repeat, Caterpillar's escaping with the sausage and square wheels."
"OH FUCK YOU!", Gordon and Thierry screamed out, as they shot past with Percy.
Since the element of surprise was completely nonexistent for them as of now, they just went into an all out sprint to make it beyond Barrow In Furness.
"Well, At Least This Can't Get Any Worse!", Thierry yelled out as they neared Vicarstown.
That was followed up by the sounds of whistles and horns blaring through the air, as the entire locomotive stock of the NWR rushed after them.
"Thierry, just stop speaking. We don't need you to fuck us over more than you've already done.", Gordon snarled.
They continued to rush down the track, until they made it to Barrow In Furness. They only had a couple of minutes to formulate a plan that would put an end to this madness once and for all, so they'd have to come up with something quick.
"Look, Gordon and I might be some of the most powerful locomotives in the world, but even we'd fall to that convoy Rebecca conjured up, much as I hate to admit it. So, we need to find a way to keep them from catching up, but how?", Thierry explained and pondered.
"Well, the 'Red Mile' was parked here a few hours ago. Maybe you two could move it into their path? We could also use the extra trucks brought over by BR, maybe apply the brakes on all of them to derail as many of the other engines as we can.", Percy suggested.
"That'll have to do then. Just help Thierry and I shunt those trucks into a line. Get your drivers into the foreman's office too, it should have a remote control that automatically locks the brakes of every truck in the vicinity.", Gordon replied.
And so, they split up. Thierry gathered up as many trucks as he possibly could. While Gordon collected the "Red Mile", and very reluctantly, any coaches in the yard as well. Soon, they had an entire line of passenger and goods carriages, set on the path that the Percy cult was to be taking in an attempt at catching up to them. The brakes on every single truck and coach were all set to make sure that this'd be the most devastating crash that it can possibly be. Then, they set off to Barrow In Furness, to bring extra support for their cause.
Meanwhile, the Percy cult convoy was running down the line, unaware of the danger lying ahead for them, until it was too late. Also, since the propane turbine and nuclear engines were the ones who led the hunting party, due to being the strongest and the fastest of the bunch, they would be the ones to derail first. A lot of noise complaints were filed that day.
"Crap, we're going to lose precious time trying to put all of you back on the rails. We'll try to get back to you after we return our precious little goblin back to the island, where he belongs. That alright with you lot?", Rebecca asked, concern apparent in her voice, but not directed at her goons.
"It'll be fine. Just get our little caterpillar back to his home. Make sure that those traitors pay for the insolence as well.", replied James, who had almost fallen off of the viaduct that connected to the station itself.
With that, they set off to the mainland, both sides hoping to put an end to this, once and for all.
Meanwhile, the three escapees all stop to take on some propane and coal and water respectively. Getting into that sprint nearly drained them completely.
"Ooh, I really hope we -ooh- don't have that close of an encounter with them -ooh- ever again. My wheels felt like they would've cracked at any moment.", Thierry forced out.
"Me too. That was way too close for comfort.", Percy groaned.
"Quit your whining you two. We're close to where we need to be anyway. After this rest stop, just a few more miles, and we'll have just what we need.", Gordon calmly explained.
So, since they were that much farther out of the grasps out of the Percy cult, they could take the rest of the journey a lot more easily. They were a lot more nonchalant, and even got to see some of Gordon's brothers in action too.
"Oy Gordon", yelled Scotsman, "you look like you've seen better days".
"Fuck off, Abel.", Gordon snapped back.
Generally, apart from a few more, very similar experiences, as well as the occasional diesel showing up and bragging about their superiority, only to be shown up by a passing Powermax or Superman locomotive, the journey to their final destination went smoothly, all the way to their arrival.
"Here we are, gentlemen. Our final destination, RAF Station Fairford. Thomas and Toby should be around here somewhere.", Gordon commented.
When they rolled into the base, they found Thomas and Toby shunting flatbeds of supplies and vehicles. Meanwhile, their coaches, and Toby's luggage van, were shunted off into a siding to be put to use later.
"Thomas, Toby! Where the fuck have you been?!", Percy exclaimed, finding relief in the knowledge that his closest friends were safe and sound.
"Well, we've been here for a while now. However, we can see that you mean where we were a day ago, well that's simple. Surprised you forgot, honestly. Anyway, we had been planning our trek off the island for a while now, and it all started when Rebecca began to gain more influence with that cult that revolved around you, and your supposed 'adorableness'. Frankly, neither Toby, Gordon, Thierry, nor I saw the appeal, unlike the others. We had to go after you went asleep. It wasn't easy, we had several near misses with the patrols that banana on wheels set up. We were able to avoid them, even as we moved past Vicarstown. After that, we just had to make our way to Fairford, and here we are now.", Thomas explained, the calm tone in his voice not being lost throughout the story.
"Hm, well that's kind of annoying. The two big lugs here, as well as I, almost got caught by Lily. We had to wreck a lot of property to keep them from catching up with us. Then again, we're still here, so I guess I shouldn't be that ungrateful.", Percy responded.
"Hm."
"Hm."
Just then, an alarm sounded throughout the entirety of the Fairford complex.
"Code red. I repeat, code red. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. A convoy of steam locomotives are attempting to breach the gate. Their leader seems to be an SR Battle of Britain class tender engine. Initiating lock down right no- and nevermind, they've just broken through the gate. Shit."
"Crap. We need more time.", Thomas anxiously thought aloud.
"Time for what?", Percy questioned.
"Look, we have a few RAF Hueys at the ready, as well as some artillery guns too. The problem is that Thomas and I can only move around the lightweight models, and we need the most powerful one to be able to completely eradicate the engines attempting to come through, while the Hueys themselves take a while to warm up.", explained Toby.
"Leave the heaviest artillery gun to me then, Toby.", volunteered Gordon.
"I may only be one engine, but I'm still strong enough to keep up with this galloping sausage. Fast too. I'll block their path, keep them out of your way for as long as I can.", voiced Thierry.
"But you're only one engine. You might be a superman class, but you're one engine going up against an entire fleet's worth of steam and diesel. Do you really believe in your own abilities that much, that you'd bet whether or not we succeed on you and you alone?", replied Percy.
"Yes."
"Alright. Then in that case, on one, two, three..."
"BREAK!", they all shouted in unison.
They all diverged into their different tasks. Thomas, Percy, and Toby would be going around the base, telling people what to do, while trying to find weapons of their own to be able to defend themselves in case the Percy cult breaks through the frontlines defenses. Meanwhile, Gordon runs around trying to find Big Bertha, the only weapon on the premises capable of completely eradicating Rebecca and her followers.
The main source of action, however, would be Thierry, who was rushing back down the track to the main entryway. He rushed down the line at his top speed, desperate to stall for time, while the other cultists had just broken through the gates, and were now rushing down the same track themselves to get to some points and split up in their quest to bring Percy back to Sodor. It was only a few minutes before the two parties collided. Thierry cried out a roar of pain, before putting all of his effort into keeping them from advancing. The steam and diesel engines of the NWR tried their hardest to push back, but Thierry was an A1/C1 hybrid who ran on a propane turbine, so there was no way that he'd submit so easily. He may not have been able to force them back, but he could at least stop them from moving forward.
"Come On! COME ON! CAN'T... LET... UP!", he cried, as sparks began to explode out from under his wheels.
The cultists cried out their own self motivating messages, as the strain had begun to take an even worse toll on them. Still, their persistence had begun to wear Thierry down faster than he could push them back. Slowly, but surely, his wheels had begun to slip more and more, until it seemed like all was lost.
"Thierry, Move Out Of The Way!"
Without thinking about who said what, Thierry spotted the closest set of points he could find, and diverged onto another track. Just as the cultists seem to have no one else capable of stopping, in comes Gordon pulling out the "Big Bertha" locomotive artillery unit, capable of wiping out entire fleets of engines with one shot. Luckily for the NWR's #3.1, he had moved out of the way 10 seconds before the shell hit the other cultist engines. All that was heard was a massive explosion, as shrapnel was flung through the air, and into a very unlucky few. Rebecca's reign was over, but some lives were lost in the process. The most tragic of all? Percy, as his face was stuffed full of flaming shards of metal, you know, like those knife holders you can find in kitchens or stores. You know what the best part about this whole entire shit show is? Simple. It never happened.
Time Reset: 10:00 AM.
"AH! AH! AH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
"Percy, Shut The Fuck Up! It's 10 in the morning, dude.", Thomas said groggily.
"Huh? Thomas, Toby? Where's Thierry? Where's Gordon? Why aren't we at Fairford? Hm, must have been a bad dream. You want to hear about it?", Percy inquired.
"No, not really.", Toby responded, equally as groggy.
"Well, too bad for you lot then. I'm telling you unlucky sods EVERYTHING."
And so, Percy went into great detail over every single aspect of his dream. Did all three of the Ffarquhar branch line consider it to be weird as fuck? Yes.
"Hm, judging by the way it went, I'm guessing that Toby's words from last night stuck with you harder than you thought they would, huh?"
"Yeah, I suppose so."
"Anything you learned from it?", Thomas questioned.
"Yeah. Things could always be worse, and that Rebecca, if left unchecked, can be a terrifying force of nature. I mean, I already knew that she was terrifying in her own right, but still."
"Percy, I don't think you were supposed to get that second part out of it. Then again, you do you, little buddy. You do you.", replied Toby.
"That's cool. Well, at least things can't get any worse."
Then, the fat cunt rolled up in his tiny blue car.
"Ah, if it isn't some of the only sane engines on the island. Thomas and Toby, you're to be taking passengers, as usual. The only difference is that the two of you are to collect some building materials to drop off at the school nearby the clay pits."
"Sir, with all due respect, why?", Toby asked, already more or less having an idea of the answer.
"It's because Bill and Ben, as usual, fucked up. Turns out, their attempts at releasing a circus bear had some very serious, and yet glaringly obvious, repercussions. It tore up the library and somehow brought the whole thing down on itself. The China Clay twins have been inconsolable ever since, but I'm sure they'll move on. Anyway, unless you want to face a lawsuit, we have to help out in the rebuilding process whenever we can, for free.", explained Sir Topham Hatt.
"Yes sir, we'll get right on it.", they replied. With that, they puffed down the line, and on their way.
"What about me, sir?", Percy asked.
"Oh, you have nothing to do on the Ffarquhar branch today. In fact, you're actually free.", STH noted.
"Oh. What's the catch?"
"The catch is that you have to go around with Emily and Rebecca today. Yeah, they threatened my life unless I cleared up your schedule so that they could take you along. You should be triple heading a goods train with them, and then another passenger train as well, a stopper to be exact. Well, good luck with your endeavors, dude. Sorry for sticking you with 'em though."
Percy waited until the fat ass left the yard in his tiny ass blue car. Then, he inhaled, then he exhaled, then he inhaled again, then he exhaled again. He repeated this until:
"HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
*Insert American Pearl - Automatic for the ending credits*
