By: spiderseatpenguins
One day in a very misty town, an old chap named Pappy is waking up. He rambles down his old, creeky stairwell to go and make himself of a cup of somber coffee. Simultaneously, a British spy reconnaissance aircraft is flying overhead. The aircraft is set to report back to Great Britain so the area where Pappy lives can be used for “testing”. The aircraft is flown by Lieutenant Bob Jenkens. He will fly the aircraft back to his base, RAF Lakenheath. Upon Bob’s return, he will report to his boss, Sargent James Dolan.
” Sir there is one little shack in the area, and the database says it is occupied by an old, feeble, unshaved man in his early 90s named Pappy.” Bob says.
” Oh well, the man is very old and so what if he dies in the testing!”, exclaimed Dolan.
In 20 minutes, Sargent James Dolan will order two biplane carriers to drop 5000 spike anchored, guided misle launchers in the woods of Pennsylvania.
Twenty minutes later Pappy is hiking up the mountain to gather some wood for a small fire he will hold later that night. Suddenly, a faint buzzing introduces his range of hearing, it sounds like multiple v8 engines. Before he knows it the humming is right over the top of him. he looks up to see a falling spike plummeting straight for his cranium… then everything goes black.
To be continued…
The Middle Seat 