Post by Bester/OGDA & Team ATARI on Nov 17, 2019 7:53:22 GMT -8
Some time later…..
A wide eyed Bester is standing on some guys front yard with his mouth hanging open. He’s in shock. His mind is blown. Meanwhile Mister Rainer is slowly shaking his head in disbelief. He slides his hands in his old Vietnam army jacket.
Mister Rainer “Bester my boy. I hate to say this, but this is one hell of a deal.”
Bester “Mister Rainer. It’s fifty grand! I don’t have that kind of money! No way can I ask Mister Jones for that sort of advance. I tweaked my shoulder, I’m not cleared to wrestle.”
Both Rainer and Bester are standing in front of a 1985 CJ5 Jeep, that has been lifted, with 44 inch tires, and V8 from a late 70’s corvette that has been “Built”, Dana front and rear with Detroit lockers, a wench, full roll cage, upgraded ignition, Holley Sniper EFI and a Gearstar 350 turbo transmission. Painted in flat drab green, this is the perfect vehicle to storm Area 51 in. But with a Fifty Thousand dollar price tag, our team of alien heroes and girlfriend rescuers are a tad short. The owner is standing off to the side, just glaring at them, slightly annoyed that they are wasting his time.
Mister Rainer “I asked if he would take less, but honestly Bester. We can’t build this for less than that. This bad boy will get us through that desert and get us to Area 51.”
Bester (Still flabbergasted) “I know, but.”
Mister Rainer “You want to get your girl back right?”
Bester “I guess. Are you sure she’s there? I saw her post on Tik Tok the other night.”
Mister Rainer “I told you Bester! That is the government with that CGI shit! I’m willing to bet they contracted that out to Lucas films! It’s all fake. Fake bullshit!”
Bester “I don’t know…”
Mister Rainer “Did you post a comment?”
Bester “Yes.”
Mister Rainer “And?”
Bester “She said nothing.”
Mister Rainer “See! Fake! She’s fake! Her account is fake! If that was really her, she would have replied. Fake ass robat account can’t reply! I’ve been telling you Bester, your girl is being held against her will! She’s held hostage with the aliens! Bester! I hate to tell you this, but I fear that our government is not only using probes on the aliens buttholes, but on your girlfriends butthole as well! You don’t want that fine looking girl getting her butthole probed do you?”
Bester “No….”
Mister Rainer “Then damn it Bester! We have to find this money to buy this Jeep! We need to save her butthole!”
Bester “I guess. But I don’t have this kind of money. I’m kinda out of work.”
Mister Rainer crosses his arms. He thinks about this for a second or two then he gets an idea. He turns to the owner and asks if he gives them a week to raise the funds, if they can still get the Jeep. The owner tell Mister Rainer that if it’s still here and you got cash, cash only, it’s all yours. With that Mister Rainer pats Bester on the shoulder and tells him to follow him……...
Just down the street from the Jeep for Sale….
About a block and a half away….
Give or take that half a block…..
Sits a RV…..
A 1980 Winnebago Chieftain in fact….
Also known as the ATARI Command Center.
Flashback 2 in all of her glory and beauty is sitting in the driver's seat, her seat in fact and with her sitting next to her is 2600 co pilot's chair, both FB2 and 2600 have binoculars glues to their eyes while they are watching Mister Rainer and Bester.
2600 “I knew it! Our intell was correct! These two are planning a late raid on Area 51!”
FB2 “Those dirty bitches!”
2600 lowers his binoculars and glances at FB2, who lately has fallen in love with calling everyone a bitch, motherfucker, etc. Also, she caught 2600 flirting with another girl, who shall remain nameless, (Her code name is, That Fucking Hoe!) and these two once devoted love birds have broken up, but have to remain civil towards one another as they work together.
FB2 “Don’t look at me like that you motherfucker! I’ll call them a bitch if I want too!”
2600 “Duly noted.”
2600 raises his binoculars to see Mister Rainer and Bester leave.
2600 “Oh! They are on the move! We have to follow them! To see where they are going!”
FB2 “We both know those two dumb motherfuckers are going back to Walmart. Settle the fuck down.”
2600 “But! But!”
FB2 “Oh I’m sorry! Do you have to leave? Got a date tonight?”
Awkward silence……
2600 “No….”
2600 sheepishly says.
FB2 “Yeah okay! While while you and that fucking hoe work on getting another STD, I’ve got work to do!”
FB2 tosses her binoculars on the dash and gets up out of her seat.
2600 “Wait? Where are you going?”
FB2 “My job! Stopping the enemy! You know, something you should be focusing in on!”
2600 has nothing to say to that has FB2 disappears in the back. 2600 sighs. He wants to cry. Some girl took a fancy on him, and she forced herself on him, started kissing him, unzipping his battlesuit and FB2 just happened to walk in on them. Ever since, she won’t listen to him, won’t forgive him and is making his day hell.
And today is just another one of his hellish days being reminded on how heart broken and pissed she at him. Also, This is a great opportunity for FB2 to remind 2600 what he is missing out on.
The side door to the MCC slams shut and FB2 is strutting her stuff down the side of the RV and across the front of it to the side of the road and 2600 can’t believe his eyes! Wearing nothing but cowboy boots, cut off jean shorts that is super close to being thongs, a red and black flannel shirt that is tied off in the front and no bra, with her girls pretty much out there for the world to see, not to mention her long long legs, FB2 makes her way down the street towards the Jeep. She is so smoking hot, cars slow down just to take a nice (and creepy) look at her. Men come out of their houses just to look at her. Every satellite in the world have all stopped and focuses in on her. 2600’s heart rate picks up. His palms get sweaty. Blood starts pumping to another part of his body…..
7800 pokes his head into the cabin of the MCC and he can’t remove his eyes from her amazing ass.
7800 “Dilly…...dilly.”
2600 “7800….if you ever say that again, I will kill you.”
Heart ache is what 2600 is feeling as FB2 struts her stuff up on the lawn and towards the Jeep. The owner with love in his eyes, lust in his heart, a chub in his pants, greets her as FB2 slowly walks around the Jeep dragging her finger tip along the fenders with a smile on her face.
“Hey there sweetheart.” this mid aged man says as he adjusts his jeans to hide his erection that is brewing.
“Is this thing for sale Sugar?” FB2 says with the sweetest, nicest southern belle accent.
“Sure is!” The owner says FB2 stops and slowly bends over to look at the tires, exposing more of her ass. He starts to get sweaty and excited just hoping for a sneak peak. FB2 slowly straightens up and looks over her shoulder.
“How much?” FB2 ask and slides her hand down the fendor in a seductive manner.
“For you? 10 grand. But you’ll want to test drive it first.” He says as he starts to dig in his pocket for the keys.
FB2 turns and leans up against the side of the jeep, arching her back, popping open her shirt some.
“I sure do Sugar. I want to make sure that it’s a good fit. I wouldn’t want something that’s going to…” bites her bottom lip. “Disappoint me.”
The owner tosses her the keys, and FB2 slowly climbs up in the driver's seat and he watches her every move. She places her hands on the steering wheel, while also pushing the girls together.
“Hmmm. So far this feel nice. Real nice. I like how I’m up high and on top, of the road. I like being in command.”
“I think I like that too.” The owner says.
FB2 holds up the key and gives him a wink. She giggles before inserting the key and firing up the Jeep. “Oh! So powerful!” she says. “I love that!”
“Me too.” The owner says.
“I’ll just take it for a spin Sugar. Is that okay?”
“You can take that wherever you want.”
FB2 smiles. “Thanks Sugar!” She says before dropping in gear and driving off.
Back in the MCC….
7800 “Dilly dilly?”
2600 shakes his head and lowers his head.
2600 “Yes. I think she just stole the Jeep.”
7800 starts to laugh and slaps 2600 on the top of the shoulder.
7800 “Dilly dilly!”
2600 “Don’t remind me! I know!”
TBC
A wide eyed Bester is standing on some guys front yard with his mouth hanging open. He’s in shock. His mind is blown. Meanwhile Mister Rainer is slowly shaking his head in disbelief. He slides his hands in his old Vietnam army jacket.
Mister Rainer “Bester my boy. I hate to say this, but this is one hell of a deal.”
Bester “Mister Rainer. It’s fifty grand! I don’t have that kind of money! No way can I ask Mister Jones for that sort of advance. I tweaked my shoulder, I’m not cleared to wrestle.”
Both Rainer and Bester are standing in front of a 1985 CJ5 Jeep, that has been lifted, with 44 inch tires, and V8 from a late 70’s corvette that has been “Built”, Dana front and rear with Detroit lockers, a wench, full roll cage, upgraded ignition, Holley Sniper EFI and a Gearstar 350 turbo transmission. Painted in flat drab green, this is the perfect vehicle to storm Area 51 in. But with a Fifty Thousand dollar price tag, our team of alien heroes and girlfriend rescuers are a tad short. The owner is standing off to the side, just glaring at them, slightly annoyed that they are wasting his time.
Mister Rainer “I asked if he would take less, but honestly Bester. We can’t build this for less than that. This bad boy will get us through that desert and get us to Area 51.”
Bester (Still flabbergasted) “I know, but.”
Mister Rainer “You want to get your girl back right?”
Bester “I guess. Are you sure she’s there? I saw her post on Tik Tok the other night.”
Mister Rainer “I told you Bester! That is the government with that CGI shit! I’m willing to bet they contracted that out to Lucas films! It’s all fake. Fake bullshit!”
Bester “I don’t know…”
Mister Rainer “Did you post a comment?”
Bester “Yes.”
Mister Rainer “And?”
Bester “She said nothing.”
Mister Rainer “See! Fake! She’s fake! Her account is fake! If that was really her, she would have replied. Fake ass robat account can’t reply! I’ve been telling you Bester, your girl is being held against her will! She’s held hostage with the aliens! Bester! I hate to tell you this, but I fear that our government is not only using probes on the aliens buttholes, but on your girlfriends butthole as well! You don’t want that fine looking girl getting her butthole probed do you?”
Bester “No….”
Mister Rainer “Then damn it Bester! We have to find this money to buy this Jeep! We need to save her butthole!”
Bester “I guess. But I don’t have this kind of money. I’m kinda out of work.”
Mister Rainer crosses his arms. He thinks about this for a second or two then he gets an idea. He turns to the owner and asks if he gives them a week to raise the funds, if they can still get the Jeep. The owner tell Mister Rainer that if it’s still here and you got cash, cash only, it’s all yours. With that Mister Rainer pats Bester on the shoulder and tells him to follow him……...
Just down the street from the Jeep for Sale….
About a block and a half away….
Give or take that half a block…..
Sits a RV…..
A 1980 Winnebago Chieftain in fact….
Also known as the ATARI Command Center.
Flashback 2 in all of her glory and beauty is sitting in the driver's seat, her seat in fact and with her sitting next to her is 2600 co pilot's chair, both FB2 and 2600 have binoculars glues to their eyes while they are watching Mister Rainer and Bester.
2600 “I knew it! Our intell was correct! These two are planning a late raid on Area 51!”
FB2 “Those dirty bitches!”
2600 lowers his binoculars and glances at FB2, who lately has fallen in love with calling everyone a bitch, motherfucker, etc. Also, she caught 2600 flirting with another girl, who shall remain nameless, (Her code name is, That Fucking Hoe!) and these two once devoted love birds have broken up, but have to remain civil towards one another as they work together.
FB2 “Don’t look at me like that you motherfucker! I’ll call them a bitch if I want too!”
2600 “Duly noted.”
2600 raises his binoculars to see Mister Rainer and Bester leave.
2600 “Oh! They are on the move! We have to follow them! To see where they are going!”
FB2 “We both know those two dumb motherfuckers are going back to Walmart. Settle the fuck down.”
2600 “But! But!”
FB2 “Oh I’m sorry! Do you have to leave? Got a date tonight?”
Awkward silence……
2600 “No….”
2600 sheepishly says.
FB2 “Yeah okay! While while you and that fucking hoe work on getting another STD, I’ve got work to do!”
FB2 tosses her binoculars on the dash and gets up out of her seat.
2600 “Wait? Where are you going?”
FB2 “My job! Stopping the enemy! You know, something you should be focusing in on!”
2600 has nothing to say to that has FB2 disappears in the back. 2600 sighs. He wants to cry. Some girl took a fancy on him, and she forced herself on him, started kissing him, unzipping his battlesuit and FB2 just happened to walk in on them. Ever since, she won’t listen to him, won’t forgive him and is making his day hell.
And today is just another one of his hellish days being reminded on how heart broken and pissed she at him. Also, This is a great opportunity for FB2 to remind 2600 what he is missing out on.
The side door to the MCC slams shut and FB2 is strutting her stuff down the side of the RV and across the front of it to the side of the road and 2600 can’t believe his eyes! Wearing nothing but cowboy boots, cut off jean shorts that is super close to being thongs, a red and black flannel shirt that is tied off in the front and no bra, with her girls pretty much out there for the world to see, not to mention her long long legs, FB2 makes her way down the street towards the Jeep. She is so smoking hot, cars slow down just to take a nice (and creepy) look at her. Men come out of their houses just to look at her. Every satellite in the world have all stopped and focuses in on her. 2600’s heart rate picks up. His palms get sweaty. Blood starts pumping to another part of his body…..
7800 pokes his head into the cabin of the MCC and he can’t remove his eyes from her amazing ass.
7800 “Dilly…...dilly.”
2600 “7800….if you ever say that again, I will kill you.”
Heart ache is what 2600 is feeling as FB2 struts her stuff up on the lawn and towards the Jeep. The owner with love in his eyes, lust in his heart, a chub in his pants, greets her as FB2 slowly walks around the Jeep dragging her finger tip along the fenders with a smile on her face.
“Hey there sweetheart.” this mid aged man says as he adjusts his jeans to hide his erection that is brewing.
“Is this thing for sale Sugar?” FB2 says with the sweetest, nicest southern belle accent.
“Sure is!” The owner says FB2 stops and slowly bends over to look at the tires, exposing more of her ass. He starts to get sweaty and excited just hoping for a sneak peak. FB2 slowly straightens up and looks over her shoulder.
“How much?” FB2 ask and slides her hand down the fendor in a seductive manner.
“For you? 10 grand. But you’ll want to test drive it first.” He says as he starts to dig in his pocket for the keys.
FB2 turns and leans up against the side of the jeep, arching her back, popping open her shirt some.
“I sure do Sugar. I want to make sure that it’s a good fit. I wouldn’t want something that’s going to…” bites her bottom lip. “Disappoint me.”
The owner tosses her the keys, and FB2 slowly climbs up in the driver's seat and he watches her every move. She places her hands on the steering wheel, while also pushing the girls together.
“Hmmm. So far this feel nice. Real nice. I like how I’m up high and on top, of the road. I like being in command.”
“I think I like that too.” The owner says.
FB2 holds up the key and gives him a wink. She giggles before inserting the key and firing up the Jeep. “Oh! So powerful!” she says. “I love that!”
“Me too.” The owner says.
“I’ll just take it for a spin Sugar. Is that okay?”
“You can take that wherever you want.”
FB2 smiles. “Thanks Sugar!” She says before dropping in gear and driving off.
Back in the MCC….
7800 “Dilly dilly?”
2600 shakes his head and lowers his head.
2600 “Yes. I think she just stole the Jeep.”
7800 starts to laugh and slaps 2600 on the top of the shoulder.
7800 “Dilly dilly!”
2600 “Don’t remind me! I know!”
TBC
