If you wonder about the origin of everything, you may come to the conclusion that there was no origin of anything.
~ V. Shnodgrate, Renowned PL Poet
If you think that was a run-on sentence, or that something was wrong in the preceding paragraph, please think again–at some other time, just not now.
Anyways, the decision was before the professor.
Of course, the professor, being a righteous and just soul, full of the iniquity of many different nations and tongues, I decided to let things just ‘roll’.
But first, I changed into an epic spy uniform.
Yups. That’s kinda what I looked like. Complete with the boom-boom as well. #evil
Anyways and a sum that would boggle the mind of an accountant, once dressed, I went downstairs.
That was a mistake, I fear.
“Oh my!” one lady screamed. “We’re all going to die!”
At first, this professor just chuckled. I mean, after all, if I looked that scary, then… #success.
But things got worse. Everyone started screaming. Chaos. That’s what it was. Babies were bleating, too.
Then, this professor noticed movement out of the right side of my right eye on the right side of the lodge.
I thought nothing of it, for this professor was heading towards the door. I had to meet two fellows outside, after all.
But that moving thingy rammed right into this professor, and knocked me clean off my feet, like a potato that’s slipped down a peeler’s sharp blade and into the moist sink. (Yes, ‘moist’ is a disgusting word, I fear. I’ve outlawed it, the sudden.)
I went tumbling and landed on my back. The moving thingy–which was a human–was straddling me.
The boom-boom was knocked from my hands.
The human, who was dressed very similar to me–so I couldn’t see the face–began to try to choke the poor, dull professor out.
Now, the professor has jitsed in his day, and–
–it’s very easy to discern between the sexes, you know. It becomes readily apparent for a few different reasons.
The professor could tell that the human was, in fact, a girl.
I pulled her close, executed a flip (I was on top now, see) and pulled a knife from my boot.
She grunted as she hit the floor.
And that’s when the professor felt a muzzle press against his head.
No, it wasn’t the pooch kinda of muzzle either.
“Well, well,” a voice rang out.
The professor was hauled to his feet, off the girl, who stood. She was #cranky.
I was surrounded by at least ten men, all armed to the teeth–and even eyes. The lodge had cleared out. All the vacationers were gone. Quite gone.
A fellow with a gray goatee was standing close by.
“I knew the assassination attempt was coming. I just didn’t think the assassin would walk through the lodge and announce himself like an idiot. This was too easy.”
Then, to his men: “Take off his mask!”