My keen intellect picked out two clues of impending danger. First, a tingling chill along my spine. Second, half a dozen thugs with knives and chainsaws surrounding me. "Die, capitalist aggressor!" they yelled, and rushed me. Undaunted, I fled. Thankfully, the warehouse was dark. My quick, ferret-like movements soon allowed me to lose the thugs in the maze of crates, suffering nothing worse than bruised ribs and a broken nose from the unforeseen obstacles in my path. I managed to lure one thug into a position behind and above me. "Hah!" he yelled, wielding his chainsaw like a madman. I executed a perfect duck-and-cower maneuver, and his chainsaw slammed into a crate marked 'Car Batteries.' This had the unpleasant side effect of melting the thug's face. One should always wear safety equipment when operating power tools? |
