Salutations ladies and gentlemen. It's been forever but I'm back with the writing thing. I have no excuses to why I was gone. Just was...period. I'm just happy that I'm back typing again. Here's to starting off fresh with a brand new story. Thanks and enjoy!
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"Sinatra or Crosby?"

And what a question at that. Timor could only stare off into the bleak sky. One of the many or so questions one had in their puny existence. More so now with what has come of the land of the free?home of the brave..

"Hmm?good question. I'd have to say that Sinatra had released better albums but?"

"Whoa there cowboy." Micky cautioned, struggling up from his seat of grass and soot.

"What?" Jose wondered. Micky always had something to say.

"Have you even listened to Bing Timor? Sinatra even for that matter?"

"Uh let's see here?that one time?uh"

"Case friggin' closed. Most music I've heard was you banging rocks together like a monkey. If that's what music is like then please shoot me now."

"Gladly." Timor chuckled. Jose could only shake his head as he too stood up.

"Damn Micky you're no fun. God forbid I want to?"

"Don't bring 'God' into this Jose." Timor could only let out a stifled sigh.

"Here he goes?"

"What kind of righteous world is this? We're created in God's own image? Are you telling me that God is the freaking fat [censored] buffoon with nothing but a loin cloth and a tire out there? That he is the crazies out here scalping and eating people's brains?"

Cricket chirps soon after. Perhaps the insects would've been a better crowd for Micky than his two 'friends'. Timor was first to respond, looking into Micky's hardened pupils.

"Micky, you ever think of becoming a preacher?"

"Why the hell would I become a preacher?"

"Look Jose! Micky is bringing 'Hell' into this!"

Laughing...anything to get away from that grim reality. It's the new fad and everyone's doing it. Disclaimer is, however, everyone is only these two gentlemen here.

"Screw you guys. Everyone's a friggin' hypocrite." Timor was quick to respond with another jab.

"Hot darn Micky. Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

A laugh from Micky? The world must be ending. On second thought?

"Hehe?guess I'll have to sleep with my knife tonight."

"I'll watch your back Mick." Jose was quick to respond, tapping Micky on the back for support.

"Say it ain't so Jose. I thought you weren't like him."

Jose quickly clenched his fist as he intensely glared at Micky. What he would do to him if he had a gun. What any of these men would do if they had a gun. Oh the possibilities. Of course we won't get into those?sick freaks.

To be continued...

Hey welcome back Kumite! Or should I say welcome Beckett?

I'll keep popping around to see how this pans out..

Here's the next section. Tell me what you think!
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Something, something off in the distance! There's more to this story than these idiots. Thank goodness?

"Whoa! You see that?!" Timor exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up for a second." Micky whispered right back.

The men crouched down in the brush as they observed the moving figure. It was what, a mile out? Not too far but this thing kept trucking slowly?if that made any sense. This thing had to have something on it. Meat, supplies, whatever would be deemed useful. Now was a matter of approach. Please bear with me here. Diarrhea of the mouth is about to ensue?

"What should we do?"

"There's not much we can do."

"Screw that. Let's get him!"

"Are you the one with the knife? Last time I checked it was me."

"Are you the one with the brains? Last time I checked it was me."

"Haha! You got told Mick!"

"So are you going to agree to head after this thing?"

"No."

"Jesus Christ! We're going to let it get away!"

Suddenly Micky unsheathed his knife and held it out at Timor's neck, the cold steel inviting to Timor's callous and dry skin. A totally random act of concentrated belligerence. What more could you want? Something has to happen! This is it!

"Nobody's?doing anything right now?ok ho-se?" Jose pushed the knife away from him.

"Just get that thing away from me?[censored] I can't believe it! What if that thing out there had food, water, and supplies?"

"What if that thing had razor sharp teeth and claws?" Timor responded. Mick stood up as they watched the figure disappear in the distance.

"He's right Jose. It'd be like fighting a bear with a tooth pick. We can't take chances like that. Not with you two idiots." Mick chuckled, Timor immediately shoving him.

"Whoa doggie! You're trying to stay alive right? Why pick a fight with me then?"

No response. The men took back to their little fire and sat with their beers. Doing nothing?sigh.

great dialogue

more of the wasteland stooges
larry, curly and moe uhh.., I mean; timor, mick and jos?
:D