OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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"Damn right you are", Seth replied.
The man reached behind his back, and I buffaloed him. He
went down, groaning. I checked the back of his pants and
found a 4 inch knife. I tossed it off into the parking lot, and we
went inside.
The stench was unreal. There had to be 150 stoned
teens/twenties types in the warehouse, and the reek of
unwashed bodies and meth fumes was overpowering. Best to
get this over with.
We remained largely unnoticed...anyone who saw us probably
thought we were a hallucination...two big Gringos wearing
dusters and stetsons are a bit anachronistic, even in Tucson.
Our invisibility was shortly to come to an abrupt end.
We searched the crowd, but didn't see Cathy...so, on to plan B.
Seth and I walked toward the sound system...The DJ saw us
coming, and I'm pretty sure he realized who we were, because
he ripped off his headphones and ran for the door. We let him
go.
Seth got within ten feet of the sound system, pulled out his
pistol, and fired 3 quick shots into the amp, followed by
another two shots, one into each turntable. The place instantly
turned to chaos...a stampede of panicked speed freaks...kind of
like watching lemmings in Dr Suess hats fleeing for the nearest
cliff. The doors and windows filled to capacity for a few
seconds, and then all was quiet.
We searched the rest of the building, but came up empty, other
than a couple of passed out teenagers. I checked to see if they
were breathing, to Seth's amusement, and we left. On the way
to the Jeep, Seth's car phone started to ring.
or kill me