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Authors: Mike Evans
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the lever, and try not to let your insides eat you away."
“Are you trying to make me feel better Bill? You aren't feeling guilty about this either are you by chance?”
Bill said, "Screw you, man, I'm not trying to make you feel better. I'm trying to make myself feel better. I know it's wrong, I know we probably aren't doing any good but I gotta keep a job for a little bit longer until the government shuts that damn dirty place down. Might as well do it. There ain't shit around here for work and goddamn if I want to leave. What do you think those houses are going to be worth if we have to up and go? There ain't anywhere to go to. On top of all that bullshit, there's a gas shortage and a fucking recession about ready to start. Do you want to be out of a job during that, with no way to get nowhere? We'd be screwed man. We do this, that's all there is to it, it's simple. I'm trying to make myself feel better and I don't need to up your thought process at all."
Mouth open scratching his head Matt said, “You ate a lot of paint chips when you were a kid didn’t ya? I don't mean like one or two, I mean like you scraped a goddamn house and then made breakfast didn't you?”
Bill said, “You just make sure that hose stays up on the cemetery grounds, by morning that should be soaked in and we will be gone and nobody will ever be the wiser.”
The two men walked away trying to stay clear of the fumes from the chemicals. They both waited impatiently not realizing the chemical was too thick to make its way quickly into the ground. The heat from the day, which had still not cooled, was already starting to make it evaporate and go up into the atmosphere. The storm clouds that were rolling in we're now infected with the same chemicals they had been paid so well to get rid of, for the Evans factory.
The two men climbed up on top of the hood drinking a few beers in celebration that they hadn’t gotten fired, and as well that they had made what was to them a small fortune.
Bill said, “You think we gonna go to hell over this?”
Matt said, "Nah, but if we do, there's a damn good chance Phelps and Thornburgh will be down there with us."
The ground nearest to the two men began to bulge. The grass that covered the soul's eternal resting spot was starting to rise and fall. Over the next few hours, hands slowly began to push their way out of the ground. When the truck was nearing empty it was almost midnight. Bill slid off the truck and said, "Come on let's see how it looks up there. Make sure you go grab a couple of those masks. I don't want to be breathing in that shit if you know what I mean."
Matt nodded and said, “You wait here, I got to drain the king off.”
Bill laughed saying something about the troll king which earned him a finger pointed back at him as Matt walked away. Bill said, “Just make sure you grab my mask with whatever hand you don’t take a piss with.”
“I’ll try my best to remember, don’t let any of those graves suck you in man, you know how hungry they get around midnight.”
Bill said, "Now damn it that ain't even funny, you know how creepy it is being out here with just you at a cemetery this late. I don't want to be any longer than I need to be. So if you could take your delicate ass over there to urinate and get moving, we could get the fuck outta Dodge."
Matt said, “It’s beyond me how you can drink a twelve pack of beer and be yet to take a piss. There’s something wrong with your plumbing man.”
Bill grabbed himself proclaiming, “Oh there ain't no complaints on this down there buddy.”
Matt walked off laughing as hard as he could. "Yeah and there ain't any complaints because there haven't been any customers."
Bill yelled, “What the hell do you know?”
Matt didn't answer he just laughed as he walked away. Bill started to walk up the hill a little when a branch snapped. Bill screamed and shined his flashlight around. He didn't see anything. When he heard the noise a
“Are you trying to make me feel better Bill? You aren't feeling guilty about this either are you by chance?”
Bill said, "Screw you, man, I'm not trying to make you feel better. I'm trying to make myself feel better. I know it's wrong, I know we probably aren't doing any good but I gotta keep a job for a little bit longer until the government shuts that damn dirty place down. Might as well do it. There ain't shit around here for work and goddamn if I want to leave. What do you think those houses are going to be worth if we have to up and go? There ain't anywhere to go to. On top of all that bullshit, there's a gas shortage and a fucking recession about ready to start. Do you want to be out of a job during that, with no way to get nowhere? We'd be screwed man. We do this, that's all there is to it, it's simple. I'm trying to make myself feel better and I don't need to up your thought process at all."
Mouth open scratching his head Matt said, “You ate a lot of paint chips when you were a kid didn’t ya? I don't mean like one or two, I mean like you scraped a goddamn house and then made breakfast didn't you?”
Bill said, “You just make sure that hose stays up on the cemetery grounds, by morning that should be soaked in and we will be gone and nobody will ever be the wiser.”
The two men walked away trying to stay clear of the fumes from the chemicals. They both waited impatiently not realizing the chemical was too thick to make its way quickly into the ground. The heat from the day, which had still not cooled, was already starting to make it evaporate and go up into the atmosphere. The storm clouds that were rolling in we're now infected with the same chemicals they had been paid so well to get rid of, for the Evans factory.
The two men climbed up on top of the hood drinking a few beers in celebration that they hadn’t gotten fired, and as well that they had made what was to them a small fortune.
Bill said, “You think we gonna go to hell over this?”
Matt said, "Nah, but if we do, there's a damn good chance Phelps and Thornburgh will be down there with us."
The ground nearest to the two men began to bulge. The grass that covered the soul's eternal resting spot was starting to rise and fall. Over the next few hours, hands slowly began to push their way out of the ground. When the truck was nearing empty it was almost midnight. Bill slid off the truck and said, "Come on let's see how it looks up there. Make sure you go grab a couple of those masks. I don't want to be breathing in that shit if you know what I mean."
Matt nodded and said, “You wait here, I got to drain the king off.”
Bill laughed saying something about the troll king which earned him a finger pointed back at him as Matt walked away. Bill said, “Just make sure you grab my mask with whatever hand you don’t take a piss with.”
“I’ll try my best to remember, don’t let any of those graves suck you in man, you know how hungry they get around midnight.”
Bill said, "Now damn it that ain't even funny, you know how creepy it is being out here with just you at a cemetery this late. I don't want to be any longer than I need to be. So if you could take your delicate ass over there to urinate and get moving, we could get the fuck outta Dodge."
Matt said, “It’s beyond me how you can drink a twelve pack of beer and be yet to take a piss. There’s something wrong with your plumbing man.”
Bill grabbed himself proclaiming, “Oh there ain't no complaints on this down there buddy.”
Matt walked off laughing as hard as he could. "Yeah and there ain't any complaints because there haven't been any customers."
Bill yelled, “What the hell do you know?”
Matt didn't answer he just laughed as he walked away. Bill started to walk up the hill a little when a branch snapped. Bill screamed and shined his flashlight around. He didn't see anything. When he heard the noise a
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