Predator Press
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"Ethan," I says. "I quit."
"You quit what?"
"I quit Predator Press."
"You quit doing what exactly?"
"Well, I was hoping you could help me out with that. I'm having a lot of trouble with my Letter of Resignation."
"What brought this on?" says Ethan.
"I've decided I want to be a sheepherder."
"A sheepherder."
"Well, it turns out the sheep is not a very fast animal."
"Do tell."
"Yeah. I figure I'll use GPS, and catch 'em in my jeep just when the little pricks think they're home free."
"Possibly," says Ethan, scratching his chin. "But you would have to protect them from predators too."
"Oh please," I says. "The only other animals I ever see around sheep are cows, and cows are pussies. My sheep will be combat-trained, hardened bad-asses that rule over the cows with an iron-fisted tyranny thusly unprecedented in their eternal struggle."
I drift off for a second.
My sheep will have leather jackets.
6 comments:
The Sheep in Montana carry AK 47's I've seen em skulking through mountains....:):)
Those do sound like some bad-ass sheep! Perhaps you could herd them and train them to type?
Does iron wool come from these 'bad-ass' sheep?
You may find the cows take offence at the leather jackets and be particularly difficult.
Alternatively they'd make a mighty fine "**** or else" statement.
Almost like Llamatron.
You know, I got "Ethan" on the "Which PP Character Are You?" test, so if Ethan really wants to herd sheep, it would seem that I could sit in for him without anyone noticing.
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