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Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while... My computer was busted D:

Anyway, here's the next chapter...

Gunny and Bobby in: The Flying Car

Bobby and Gunny sit in a resturaunt on First Earth. The two sit down and order their meals and begin to chat.

Bobby: It's times like these it occurs to me we were lied to by the Jetsons

Gunny: What are you talking about?

Bobby: according to that show we were supposed to be fooling around in flying cars by now.

Gunny: Well, us rational thinkers don't depend on a cartoon to give us a liable glimpse into the future.

Bobby: Hey, what would you be willing to give up for the flying car?

Gunny: What do you mean?

Bobby: Say some German scientist walks up to you and says. "I have invented the flying car. I'll give it you on one condition."

Gunny: Well, what's the condition?

Bobby: That's the thing, he's not ganna tell ya.

Gunny: Then it's no deal.

Bobby: The guy is offering you the flying car! Just take the car man!

Gunny: Not untill I know what the catch is!

Bobby: Fine, the catch is, you've got to cut off a foot.

Gunny: No way!

Bobby: Are you saying you wouldn't cut off your foot for the flying car? Your that selfish?

Gunny: Selfish? How would I walk?

Bobby: What walk? You'll have the flying car. You'll save thousands on gas money. After that, you could buy fifty prostetic feet!

Gunny: Alrigt. What foot?

Bobby: Your choice.

Gunny: Left. I'll trade my left foot for the flying car.

Bobby: So it's a deal then, your foot for the flying car. Your sure?

Gunny: I'm sure.

Bobby: You can't welch!

Gunny: I won't welch!

Bobby: 'Cause the whole world is counting on you!

Gunny: What kind of scientist is this guy anyway?

Bobby: One with a lot of free time on his hands, and a foot fetish. Sort of like Saint Dane..

The two paused in thought about this.

Bobby: So, then you find out this guy's going to take off your foot with a hack saw.

Gunny: What!

Bobby: And no anestetic.

Gunny: Oh screw that!

Bobby: Come on, it's part of the deal!

Gunny: You didn't say that before!

Bobby: Come on, it only hurts when he's taking off the foot. After that they'll use a local on your stuff and cortorise the wound.

Gunny: Why can't I have the local before he cuts it off?

Bobby: Becouse. He is a sick degenarete who likes to cause pain.

Gunny: You said he was a man of science!

Bobby: You don't think Einstien didn't like hacking guys feet off? But, nobody ever said anything about it becouse he was one of the greatest thinkers of our time.

Come on man! Take a hit for the team! A few secounds of pain for a life time of riches and zero traffic.

Gunny: Fine! But I want the local after he's done.

Bobby: You want the local? Alright...

Gunny: Why'd you say it like that?

Bobby: Well the stuff he gives you knocks you out. And when your out-y, he diddles your peni-y.

Gunny: Oh come on!

Bobby: Hey man, you made the deal.

Gunny: To trade my foot for the flying car! Not to be tortured and molested by some mad German scientist!

Bobby: And his friends...

Gunny: What?

Bobby: After he's done with you, he gives you to his friends so they can have a try.

Gunny: Deals off!

Bobby: What're you? Some kind of homophobe?

Gunny: No, I just don't want to be diddled by some insane German scientist and his friends after my foot has been cut off!

Bobby: Need I remind you this is for the flying car?

Gunny: It ain't worth it!

Bobby: You know, you're what's wrong with this country. Hell with this world, your only thinking about your own comfort level, never thinking about the rest of us!
And you'll be remebered as the sad foot note in the book of life. The wimpy little scum bag who could have reached the chasm of becoming, and being. But instead, opted

to cover his own ass, and foot, in the prosses.

Gunny: ALRIGHT! I'll go through with the deal! I'll let the German scientist hack my foot off, and let him and his friends have his way with me, ALL for the flying car.

Bobby: You'd do it with a bunch of guys for a car? I thought I knew you mad.

Bobby gets up and leaves, and Saint Dane sits in his spot.

Saint Dane: So, Vincent. When do we start our little deal?

Gunny: ... Holy shit!

And there you have chapter three of What Travelers Do When Your Not Looking.

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