OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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handed them to me, and said, "Guard these with your life...we
can't fly home without them."
About 15 minutes later, a Suburban with two men in it drove
up. They got out, and helped us load the coffin in the back.
Tom said, "You guys relatives of the deceased?"
Both men laughed their asses off, got in, and drove away.
Rick looked at me, and said, "Roger, I have some old,
unfinished business to attend to...you wanna help me out?"
"Sure, Rick...but don't expect me to get involved in violence.
Frankly, this whole trip is just a little too weird."
"No violence", he said, "I'm out of the business. I just have to
pay an old debt. Look, you just hold THIS mapcase, and I'll
take THAT mapcase to an old friend. Meanwhile, kid, you fuel
the plane...and learn when to shut the fuck up."
Tom looked confused, but moved off towards the fuel truck
parked beside the hangar.
Rick and I walked over to the terminal, about 500 feet away,
and went in. We sat down at the single lounge the airport
possesses, and ordered a beer.
Rick drank half his beer, looked at his watch, and told me he'd
be right back.
I watched the TV for about a half hour...I couldn't understand
much, but it was a Mexican soap opera, which pretty much
means lots of scantily clad women...
Rick came back, gave me the mapcase back, and told me it was
time to go.
or kill me