Damn them folders!
yay! new storyyy...
dem folders tho...
TMO It's not like I can use it that much
Walter Thanks I'm hoping so too
Xander You betcha
Cappy Cheers mate
No1VillaFan Thanks bud
Justice They don't mess about
InfraRed Cheers mate
Pauker wut
Walter Thanks I'm hoping so too
Xander You betcha
Cappy Cheers mate
No1VillaFan Thanks bud
Justice They don't mess about
InfraRed Cheers mate
Pauker wut
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BURJ KHALIFA, ABU DHABI
"So sorry it had to come to this, Mr Kewell."
Silence.
"Oh that's right, you're knocked out. Silly me. Erfan!"
"Yeah boss?"
"All good to go?"
"Seems to be, sir."
"Good. Get it ready."
Erfan - one of the world's top neurologists - walked back into his lab, whilst Al Mubarak stayed with Kewell in the cell. He probably should have been at a government meeting, but he'd always been a sentimental guy. May as well play out the villain role for all it's worth.
"MWAHAHA!!" yelled Al Mubarak, trying his best to do an evil laugh, before promptly embarking on an epic coughing fit. Erfan ran out, flustered.
"You alright boss?"
"Yeah" - WHEEZE - "I'm" - WHEEZE - "fine. Get back to" - WHEEZE - "work."
Al Mubarak looked around, embarrassed. "Thank Allah you weren't awake to hear that, Mr Kewell," he said, slapping him in the face, "but seeing as I'm the evil rich guy here, I'll tell you my secret plan anyway."
Unsurprisingly, Kewell didn't react.
"I will" - at that point however, Al Mubarak was cut off by Erfan, walking back into the lab with a small vial.
"It's prepared, sir."
Al Mubarak looked at Kewell's lifeless body and contemplated continuing.
"Fuck it. All he needs to know is that my plan will be carried out by him. Whether he likes it or not.
Chapter 4 - Heinous Ways
BURJ KHALIFA, ABU DHABI
"So sorry it had to come to this, Mr Kewell."
Silence.
"Oh that's right, you're knocked out. Silly me. Erfan!"
"Yeah boss?"
"All good to go?"
"Seems to be, sir."
"Good. Get it ready."
Erfan - one of the world's top neurologists - walked back into his lab, whilst Al Mubarak stayed with Kewell in the cell. He probably should have been at a government meeting, but he'd always been a sentimental guy. May as well play out the villain role for all it's worth.
"MWAHAHA!!" yelled Al Mubarak, trying his best to do an evil laugh, before promptly embarking on an epic coughing fit. Erfan ran out, flustered.
"You alright boss?"
"Yeah" - WHEEZE - "I'm" - WHEEZE - "fine. Get back to" - WHEEZE - "work."
Al Mubarak looked around, embarrassed. "Thank Allah you weren't awake to hear that, Mr Kewell," he said, slapping him in the face, "but seeing as I'm the evil rich guy here, I'll tell you my secret plan anyway."
Unsurprisingly, Kewell didn't react.
"I will" - at that point however, Al Mubarak was cut off by Erfan, walking back into the lab with a small vial.
"It's prepared, sir."
Al Mubarak looked at Kewell's lifeless body and contemplated continuing.
"Fuck it. All he needs to know is that my plan will be carried out by him. Whether he likes it or not.
Well, this is getting very interesting...
Walter Yup xD
Xander Like a.... race track? I dunno
Cappy Who knows?
Pauker Poor Kewell
Pompey Good, that's the plan
Xander Like a.... race track? I dunno
Cappy Who knows?
Pauker Poor Kewell
Pompey Good, that's the plan
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"Hello, Harry."
I open my eyes groggily and then shut them again. It feels like I've been asleep for about a week. Where the fuck am I?
"Harry....." the voice repeats in sing song.
I get to a sitting position slowly and rub my eyes. "Sheila? Is that you hun?"
"Who's Sheila?"
I open my eyes fully and the scene lays before me. I am in a hotel room - the Presidential Suite of the Burj Al Arab. Wait, how did I know that? Regardless, I am in a lavish hotel room bed and lying next to me is a very pretty Arab girl of about 19 wearing, well, nothing. And her name is Jasmin. And how did I know that?
"Um, uhhh, my wife."
"You didn't tell me about a wife last night," she giggles.
Last night? What the hell happened last night? And then it comes to me all at once.
Flew to Abu Dhabi with Al Mubarak. Had meeting with Al Mubarak. Then....there's just this haze in my memory I can't quite penetrate.
But then even more vivid memories come to me. Agreeing to become Melbourne City manager. Meeting Jasmin at the bar and taking her back to my room....
"No!" I yell, startled. "I didn't do that to my wife, I didn't."
Now Jasmin looks like she's about to cry. "But last night, you told me. You told me you would love me and that you would leave your wife for me."
"I did not fucking say that!" and Jasmin promptly starts to cry. Now I feel guilty.
"Look, I'm sorry, but I didn't say that. You must have been imagining things or something. I love my wife. Now could you please, you know, put some clothes on?"
She sniffles and nods as I walk into the bathroom. I look like a riot. Hair sticking out, blood shot eyes, and is that? - I don't wanna know. But what I do want to know is what happened last night. Those memories were way too vivid, and that haze was just..... wrong. Something's not holding up here in Abu Dhabi, and I'm gonna find out what it is.
Why do I have a sudden uncontrollable urge to leave Abu Dhabi?
Chapter 5 - Awoken
"Hello, Harry."
I open my eyes groggily and then shut them again. It feels like I've been asleep for about a week. Where the fuck am I?
"Harry....." the voice repeats in sing song.
I get to a sitting position slowly and rub my eyes. "Sheila? Is that you hun?"
"Who's Sheila?"
I open my eyes fully and the scene lays before me. I am in a hotel room - the Presidential Suite of the Burj Al Arab. Wait, how did I know that? Regardless, I am in a lavish hotel room bed and lying next to me is a very pretty Arab girl of about 19 wearing, well, nothing. And her name is Jasmin. And how did I know that?
"Um, uhhh, my wife."
"You didn't tell me about a wife last night," she giggles.
Last night? What the hell happened last night? And then it comes to me all at once.
Flew to Abu Dhabi with Al Mubarak. Had meeting with Al Mubarak. Then....there's just this haze in my memory I can't quite penetrate.
But then even more vivid memories come to me. Agreeing to become Melbourne City manager. Meeting Jasmin at the bar and taking her back to my room....
"No!" I yell, startled. "I didn't do that to my wife, I didn't."
Now Jasmin looks like she's about to cry. "But last night, you told me. You told me you would love me and that you would leave your wife for me."
"I did not fucking say that!" and Jasmin promptly starts to cry. Now I feel guilty.
"Look, I'm sorry, but I didn't say that. You must have been imagining things or something. I love my wife. Now could you please, you know, put some clothes on?"
She sniffles and nods as I walk into the bathroom. I look like a riot. Hair sticking out, blood shot eyes, and is that? - I don't wanna know. But what I do want to know is what happened last night. Those memories were way too vivid, and that haze was just..... wrong. Something's not holding up here in Abu Dhabi, and I'm gonna find out what it is.
Why do I have a sudden uncontrollable urge to leave Abu Dhabi?
So, they've effectively brain-washed him... Al Mubarak really is evil!
You are reading "The Wonderful Wizard Of Oz".
