Author: $~!%`/ (nah ding man)

sweat beaded along my brow as i tried to keep my hands still. sheriff whok had a headlight on, shining a narrow beam at the exposed wires and fuse. it was the kind of headlight you'd use when you went camping with your friends. this time it was serious business though. this time jimmy wasn't there with a grin on his face and a bottle of jack he smuggled from his parent's liquor cabinet.

no. it was just me, sheriff whok, and the fate of the free world. he was so steady. i kept looking at him then back down at the fuse i was clamping down so he could finish the circuit. he never looked up at me. not once. he was that focused.

then i heard a click. he muttered, "we're done. out." he quickly capped the outlet box, looked up at me, and cracked his toothless smile. that was one thing about sheriff whok. he was a gentleman, a renowned chemist, a preeminent scholar of zulu tribal dance, and recipient of the 1991 most improved 6th man in the inglewood ymca's men's basketball silver league. and in spite of all of this, he didn't believe in "them city-slicker dentist men."

i digress. sheriff whok looked at me for a few moments, and then got up. naturally, i followed, like a grain of sand being sucked in by a receding wave. then we ran. we ran like mother fuckers. the only thing louder than my pounding heart was the sound of the explosion that leveled the terrarium housing the vile reptilian moderator squadron.

when we got to the edge of the forest, we both turned around. before us was the night brilliantly ablaze with the flames of freedom. the revolution had begun...

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