The fate of life’s best laid plans, relegated to punchlines.
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Gerek came walking down the stairs towards the bridge and the angry mob. He said, “Okay. Here I am. Come for me if that’s what you came for.” He then drew a laser gun and said, “But know that I come prepared for moments just like these. I have a laser.” Praught said, “But that’s illegal!” Gerek shrugged dramatically and said, “I’m a Bollyck. News flash, we don’t really do galactic law.” Gerek then adjusted the settings on the gun and said, “But I don’t want to hurt anyone. So it’s set to the bottom setting, which is ‘stun.'” A member of the mob then threw a small almost boomerang type object which knocked the gun out of Gerek’s hands with a “slang” and it tumbled down the stairs. Gerek looked down at it and said, “And now it’s set to the bottom-of-the-stairs setting, which is ‘not-so-much-stun.'”
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“What do you call that anti-gun weapon?”
“Boomer-spang.”
It’s a Spang. Isn’t it?
Well, at least he has a sense of humor about it.
A very unusual Bollyck.
You can only be reasonable with an angry mob so far. Until they kill you, or you prevent them from doing that.
You will find improvisation to be a great tool then. Along with any other weaponry you can wrest from the mob. Cowabunga!
Gerek should have watched Sergio Leone’s “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly” and heed Tuco Benedicto Pacífico Juan María Ramírez’s advise: “When you have to shoot, shoot; don’t talk.”