Back already. Quick musing on my friend's new music tastes. Oh dear.
May I also take this opportunity to thank the anonymous person who has left comments with dinosaur and diictodon facts (I'm not an expert on the creatures of Primeval, so I do make mistakes – sorry). And yes, I agree Abby should rethink her plans ;-)
So, for the next tale. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. And I can tell you've just fallen off your chair in shock.
"TURN IT OFF!" screamed Becker, as he swerved around a traffic cone and narrowly avoided a bollard.
"I can't," cried Connor, furiously pressing buttons.
"THEN WHY DID YOU PUT IT ON?"
"Hey! You said it would be a good idea."
"IT WAS! IT SEEMED BETTER THAN LISTENING TO YOU JABBER ON!" A car horn blared, but was barely heard over the racket that was coming out of the stereo system. A One Direction kind of racket to be precise.
"Hang on! I think I've just about got it." Connor, with his tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration, smiled as he pressed two buttons together.
And the music got louder.
"WHO EVEN PUT THIS SONG IN HERE?" shouted Becker, now going slightly red at the looks he was getting.
"I believe Jess was in here last," replied Connor. Becker huffed, but made no reply for a few seconds. Then, the chorus set in.
"THAT'S IT!" Becker screeched to a halt haphazardly at the side of the road. Undoing his seat belt, he opened his door and swung out of the SUV.
"What? You can't be thinking of walking? We're miles..." Connor cut himself off and vied to the corner on his seat, shielding his face.
Becker pulled his gun, his proper gun and fired five times.
And so, silence reigned. Finally.
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