Sunday, November 05, 2006
Smoke: Part II
Sick and tired of smoke being blown up their mortar crack time and time again, the rats decided that it was finally the time to administer a little justice of their own. "Isn't this fuse any longer?" Fasch asked, as his partner slowly eased the shaft into position.
"Okay...light her up" whispered Quincy. It would now be a matter of seconds until the queen would taste in a very large scale that which she had be dishing out in small quantities all these years.
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