I'm an awful person. But that's all right. I just forgot my update last week. But here's this week's!
Sack of Essentials
It's a bag! Hurrah! Now I just realised that if you American lot, (100% of my follower(s)) don't know what cricket is, then it's all right. I don't play cricket either. Too busy doing Blender. But none of my stuff is interesting unless you do know what it is, so go to Waikaipaydia and go check Cricket.
Yes! It's Sunday! That means I actually have time! So here:
Ready To Play
It's a... Um... A pair of cricket bails that gets stuck on your chest. Hm... I say.
Anyway, as underwhelming as this might be, I hope you'll enjoy the next few ones that continue this cricket motif, because I like them better.
Luke and Emily sat tied to a chair alone in a similiarly fashioned room as the one Luke was held in before, only the television was larger, and there was a door and a window painted black so you couldn't see outside. Luke was pretty happy, because it was not playing Grey's Anatomy, but was switched off. Meanwhile, Emily was making an attempt to break out of her ropes by doing some very elaborate wiggling. "Don't bother." Luke told her. "There's no use, you'll just tire out." The rope neatly fell around her. Luke frowned. "I hate it when you do that." "Now I'll get you out." Emily whispered. She pulled a pen knife from her pocket andproceeded to cut Luke's bonds. But when he was finally free, the two heard footsteps coming from outside. When the four guards came in, the first thing they saw was metal glinting in Luke's hand. "I have a revolver and I'm not afraid to use it!" Luke yelled somewhat shakily. Although his voice lacked any conviction at alll, the guards all took cover and raised their weapons. "That's not a revolver, it's a fountain pen." Emily said, at which the guards all relaxed and giggled shyly as if it was all a bad dream. "I have a model revolver back home, and if I had it here, I wouldn't be afraid to whack people on the head with it. But seeing that all I have here is a fountain pen, I have to improvise. So technically, it's not a lie." Luke continued to point his pen at the men, while they pointed a minigun at him in return. "Put that down." she told Luke. "You look daft." "Rather be daft than dead." Luke sniffed indignantly. "Anyway, see here. If I..." Luke squeezed, and the green ink flew into the face of the largest guard.
Three guards and a Grinch led Luke and Emily, with their hands tied again, in to a room with one large window looking out at what might be a foundry, or maybe even a chocolate factory. Either way, molten metal was involved. There were two seats prepared, and Emily sat in one with pride. Luke sat in one with a black eye. "Welcome back comrades!" the speaker blared out from the corner of the room. "It is always nice to be reacqquainted with old friends." Emily spat at the speaker, which was an amazing feat as it was a good few meters away. "Today, we would like to threaten you." he continued as if it was something old friends would do to each other. "Ready the tools." A cauldron full of bubbling metal was brought before them. A mechanical hand descended from above clutching the familiar grey... "Gyro?" Luke said. "What are you doing here?" The voice groaned. "You would think it was obvious. He would be submerged into that puddle of metal, and then cooled, and trapped in an eternal prison. Unless..." "Unless?" Luke asked suspiciously. "There's always a catch, and it's usually fatal." "Unless you bring us the time machine." he said. Luke looked relieved. "Wow! Is that all?" "What?" Luke explained, "Because I literally cannot do that, therefore Gyro is doomed, and I have no moral qualms and free of guilt." Although they could not see the man frowning, they were certain he was. "Very well." he said. "Drop it." The mechanical hand opened, and Gyro dropped in with a dull splash. The caudron bubbled ominously for a moment, and then was wheeled off out of sight. A few seconds later, it came back with its content solid. The mechanical arm tipped the dome shaped bit of metal out, and rolled on the floor with a sort of oonga oonga oonga oonga wawawawawa. Emily stared at the clump shocked, and even more shocked at the fact that Luke was now whistling to the tune of Bonnie Dundee with no moral derailment at all. "And you are not affected at all?" the voice asked curiously. "Not at all." Luke answered lightly. "Emily, I suggest you close your eyes, and face away from the window. Oh, you guys can do so too." The last remark was made to the four guards standing behind him. Out of stubbornness, they didn't move at all. "What?" she asked unbelievingly. "I wouldn't want to see your pretty face get splintered." he said simply. Luke somehow turned his seat around, and so did Emily. There was an almighty bang, and bits of splintered glass flew all around them. The two suddenly found the three guards and the Grinch knocked out on the floor with a very large and solid but hot bit of aluminium beside each head. Luke looked back, and saw Gyro quite out of his prison, and very much angry. "What? Impossible..." the voice started, but was cut off when Gyro angrily smashed the speaker in the corner. Emily looked surprised. "Oh, so this..." Something in her pocket flashed wildly, and she stopped it. "Time to get out..." she continued, and pulled out her trusty make-a-hole-in-the-wall pistol. "No need." Luke said, as Gyro rammed in to the nearest wall and and collapsed all four through the shock. "Ha. We don't need to make any decisions. We can just go anywhere we want." "Oh come on." Emily pulled Luke by the cuffs and ran. Gyro simply rolled around very quickly. "Ah, back again!" Emily laughed as she darted around the labyrinth. Luke laughed awkwardly with her because it felt appropriate. "Which way should we go?" she asked. "What about no where?" the voice boomed in the corridor. "What about forward?" another voice boomed. A garage fell in front of them from the ceiling, nearly crushing Gyro. (What am I saying? Gyro can't be crushed.) The door rised slowly. After three seconds, the door was still rising and a pair of skinny legs were seen. A multitude of guards has by now caught up to them, and were priming their guns. One guard fired. "Luke! Emily! Quick!" Trevor said from behind the corrugated iron. After another three seconds, the door had stopped. It seemed that the guard had wrecked the motor. All the other guards were ready to pull the trigger. Emily yelled, "Don't bother waiting for the door! Just crawl in!" She expertly lunged and rolled under the door with a hail of bullets and electron fragments peppering the floor behind her. Luke expertly lunged, and threw himself at the door like no one else could. Unfortunately, that was not appropriate for the occasion, and he crumpled unconscious on the floor. He was quickly dragged into the garage, and it disappeared into a quantum dimension of quasi-space-time. "Take us to Rome." Emily ordered, Trevor did so, while she started wrapping a bandage around Luke's head. "Tomorrow, we fight." Trevor and Emily stared ahead solemnly, while Luke stayed unconscious. "Stop sounding so serious." Trevor told her.