8/13/08: Chapter 5

Old Jeff decided that he'd had enough, so he worked his way on over to the shed, grabbed his pistol, and went to work. He sawed his pistol in six different places, starting with the chaplain, working his way down to the holster. When he had completed this, he shoved his face into his friend's face and combined the two powers into a cosmic THUMP, resounding throughout the world. This was his moment.

Bells chimed, thoughts rang loudly through the small town, baggage was claimed and speech was spoken, thoughts exchanged, bottles broken, trees climbed, legs beaten with sharp hammers... Such was the essence of the town where Bill spent most of his time.

Derringer worked in a construction crew. His job was to melt down all the metal and use it to build metal creations. This job required much deep thought and creativity, and he exhausted every ounce of his effort working towards finding the perfect metal design system. He started with a wrench in one hand and some pliers in the other. He went to work with both of his hands. Throughout his project, his hands gained dirt and extruded heat, but this did not stop Derringer from barraging metal with dangerous toxins and fluids of all sorts. He threw meat into the fire. He severed the arms of lasting soldiers.

Slips of paper were stuffed into tiny envelopes to be mailed to a faraway headquarters in Minnesota, the land of peppermint slabs and oxygen bars. Breaded chicken is stuffed into tiny envelopes to be mailed far away to a small official office in Massachusetts. Little known fact about Massachusetts: happy people live there, but they are surrounded by big ol' chipped chunks of hair and oats.