Take Turns Writing: "The Hippie and his Shotgun"
POSTED BY: Succatash
UPDATED: Friday, April 30, 2004 05:24
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The hippie scratched his head, and worked his mouth, like he was going to say something. Ebony and Teela leaned forward in anticipation.
After a long while he finaly said, "Is fondue really a meal? I thought it was sugar or some such thing."
Ebo shrugged, "Beats me. I'm not entirely sure what it is my own self. It's good though!"
Teela looked around the old van, It seemed much bigger on the inside then it looked from the outside. She saw (besides the saddle, climbing rope, and stove) exactly three large duffle bags, a small phone, a map of florida, 8 broken sunglasses, a tent, an old army cot, another stove, three marbles, an emmey award, 4 rubber ducks, a first aid kit, a bag of gold coins and she lost count of the number of forks there were scatterd about.
Suddenly there was a large jolt and a bang followed by a fwapfwapfwapfwapfwapfwapfwap sound.
"Tires busted," the hippie said and pulled the car over to the side of the road.
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The small group decided to set up camp by the side of the road. Teela gathered wood while Ebo went and bathed in the nearby river.
Ebo splashed playfully in the water. She ducked and swam like otter. But when she came up for air, she nearly bumped into the Hippie. He was swimming naked beside her.
Ebo shrieked, "God Damn!" But the hippie just grinned and dove under the water.
Meanwhile, Teela set up the gas grill and began to prepare supper. She muttered, "I hate gathering wood."
The strange song began once again:
http://www.strangefinger.com/song.mp3
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The hippie's head shoots out of the water.
"Where in bloody hell is that music coming?" He yells.
Music stops...
Oh, and play Cantr II at www.cantr.net.
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After her bath Ebo came and stood next to Teela by the camp fire. They looked out over the slightly rolling hills of grass.
Ebo sipped at some black granny coffee, "Do you think we should bring the cattle in?"
"What?"
Ebo shrugged, "It seemed like the apropriate thing to say, with that song and all..." she trailed off.
The Hippie cam back into camp, this time fully clothed. He sat down, leaning against his old saddle and poked at the fire.
They ate some really good smoked salmon from the store, but decided it didn;t really seem authentic so they burned it to a crisp, but then it didn't taste good so in the end they had some fried lizard that the Hippie had caught spread accoss cheeze.
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Dinner over, they took their plates down to the river and threw them in. They could steal some more tommorow.
The Hippie sat down and began to disassemble the shotgun. "Gonna clean it?" Teela asked, but got no reply.
Taking the barrel, the Hippie inserted a strange plug in the breech end. It had two holes, one holding a small brass pipebowl, and the other a surgical rubber hose. He filled the bowl with a dried green herb, and lit it with an ancient Zippo. Pinching the hose shut, he drew the strangely pungent smoke into the barrel, then released the hose and took a deep breath. Ebo, who had never seen anyone shotgun a shotgun, stared in amazement.
"Wanna toke?" said the Hippie in a high squeaky voice, holding the barrel out to the two women. "My own stash, best oregano in the state."
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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"You're somking oregano?" Ebo and Teela said in unison.
"Yeah." the Hippie said in that squeaky voice.
"Okay..." Ebo said.
"It sounds wierd, so let me try." She took a puff and coughed. "Jeez, that's horrible!"
Ebo tried. "Doesn't seem that bad..."
"You're both psychotic!" Teela replied, then went and got some water.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard
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After a while, the Hippie pulled out his guitar and began strumming. Teela began to sing, and Ebo banged two stones together. This went on for some time.
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The Very Important Historian climed out of a large dufflebag.
"Hello. I am the Very Important Historian," He said.
Teela mumbled something about redundant.
"I come in when the story get's borring or has no place to go. Sometimes, i say funny things. Unfortunatly, my writer has the day off and the position has been temporarily taken over by somebody else. So don't expect any humor.
"At this point in the story our 'fearless' tro are camped out underthe stars because the tire has blown out..."
A firestone tire rolls through the campgroung and falls over.
"...they are smoking oregono."
Ebo mumbles something about lights and salmon dancing in the basketball.
"Thats about it," the VIP sighed.
"Hey look what I found," Teela said, bringing a flat basketball with a fish and some cristmas lights lying inside.
The VIP started climbing back into his bag. "You all missed a smashing good cricket game," he said before zipping himself up.
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The Hippie stared in silence during the Historian's speech. He sighed and stood up. Pulling out a coin, the Hippie flipped it high into the air. The shiny copper landed on his chubby palm, head facing up.
The Hippie shrugged and pulled out his shotgun. He unzipped the duffel bag pulled out the Important Historian.
"Well...hello" stammered the Historian.
Teela screamed as she watched the Hippie shoot the Historian about 50 times.
When it was all over, Teela kept screaming.
"Aghhhhhhhh!"
The hippie calmy dragged the body of the Historian into the river.
From the shadows, Ebo vowed never to swim in the river ever again.
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