THE DOORS CRASHED OPEN.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!" HE YELLED AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!"
"OH YEA! OH YEA! OH YEA! IT'S THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING AND BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!"
'Quiet please' voiced the autobot near the front door.
This place had a little bit more technology than 'the pages'. He was sure there was a lock-in somewhere nearby. Where were all the Matts? Probably climbing mountains, making babies and redding up Invincibles from 50p.
He stared at the autobot. Its Z-tec cam ext. was pointed squarely at him. He'd give it something to gawp at.
He looked it straight in the lens and yelled, "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!" the saliva coating the lens and the exhaled air knocking the autobot back slightly. he yelled some expletives to excite things further.
'Lukestar detected - autoban process in operation'
"Curses....err no, It's JG" he bumbled, "Hello? Admin? HELP! HEEEELP!!"
'Wind up mode deployed successfully' whined the annoying autobot, 'Please be quiet and get to bed now - thankyou.'.
Played by a heap of plastic and metal. That would never have happenned at the pages.
"ISH THERE A DEAL OR NO DEAL HERE? GOOD ONE! GOOD ONE! GOOD ONE! BARP! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!""
'Go to sleep' admonished the autobot.
Jackpot George had had enough. He couldn't be bothered to leave a message of substance. It probably was time for sleep. He left slightly sheepishly but not without one last
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM"!
The end.
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