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The Cannon That Could

I was sitting in my cell, minding my own business, when I was told I had a visitor. Honestly, I was hoping it was either Vince or Murphy. I need someone to talk to about what has been going on recently. Even if I was still going to be imprisoned for “assaulting” them. But.. It wasn’t. Instead, I got a blonde who called herself Weatherby. Just Weatherby. She didn’t really offer much information to me. But she did leave the door open just enough for me to hear what she was talking about outside. I heard the word “omerto” or something. Though, it must be important because of the emphasis they were putting on it.

Shortly after, there was a blast through the one way mirror, and I decided to get the hell out of there. What I saw was pretty.. shocking. There were lab techs and cops fighting with each other and some asshole with a cannon. They looked like they were fighting over the can with the goo I scooped up. Kinda funny. If they wanted something from that bird, I still have that imprint of the feather. No need to fucking assault the precinct. When I examined the lab tech a little closer, it wasn’t just a cool guy. It was Vince. My conclusion: Vince and Murphy are idiots.

This is where it got intense. I decided to go with them once they got the can, and I was the one behind the wheel. I haven’t done much evasive driving before, and it wasn’t as easy as it looks in the movies. Somehow though, I was able to shake off the cops and we made it back to Greg’s apartment no problem. I don’t think I’ve had this much of a rush before. There is a huge difference in fleeing the cops and fleeing a giant man eating bird. One of these will kill you, and the other will deliver a pile of paperwork. And I would rather die than be stuck filling out paperwork forever.




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