FILENAME: FTE_012.TXT Front Toward Enemy [---------------------] -=Printed, Edited, And Copyrighted By =- [ Front Toward Enemy ] The Fat Joint Corporation [ 012 ] Founded Jan 1, 1995 [_____________________] _________________ /\ Est.02/1995 /\ FTE Magazine Presents: "Jack Palance Walks Through The Green Door (Part 2)" Written By Reaper Wildwood TFJCTFJTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJCTFJC RW QuickNote: This story is going to be a 3-parter, for those who were curious. I didn't put Part 1/3 or 2/3 only because i didn't know how long it was going to be at the time! later... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- C O N T I N U E D F R O M P A R T 1 . . . Well, on with the search for the can, Jack remembers. Where the hell did they put that fucking can?! As Jack walks over toward a large, light brown desk that is caked with pot resin and god only knows what else, he trips over what he believes to be a big pile of blankets and pillows. Suddenly, an arm juts out fron the side of the pile and a hand grabs Jack Palance by the ankle. Jack manages to shake himself free, but its already too late to escape. Next thing he knows, he is sprawled out on the ground after being on the receiving end of a foot sweep from this mystery assailant. As he looks up at the wood beam ceiling, he catches a glimpse of the assailant in the air coming right towards his head. Jack rolls to the left just in time, and hears the THUNK as the body hits the ground where Jack was just one second earlier. Jack manages to get a look at the attacker, and realizes that it is the Reverend Bob Pickering. Jack tries to yell to the Reverend to stop attacking him, but to no avail, because with his wispy, age-wrecked voice he can only utter a more frantic version of his normal raspy voice. As Bob lunges for Jack, Jack sends him into the brick wall with a shoulder block, and then restrains him, telling him to stop this fight right now. The reverend finally comes to his senses, and lets go of the handful of Jack's hair that he had grabbed. "Let's sit down", orders Jack. Bob proceeds to do as Jack demands, taking a seat on the legendary Couch. Jack strides over to the CD collection and grabs the first uncracked CD case he sees. He strolls on back and sits down on Couch, opposite the reverend. Reverend Bob watches cautiously as Jack opens his magic leather satchel and pulls out a little baggie with a white powdery substance in it. "I tried to get the lightbulb that was in there", states Jack while pointing a bony finger towards the bathroom. "I guess we'll just have to settle for this." Bob, still shaking with nervousness, can't believe what he just heard. 'We'll', he remembers Jack saying. Does he actually intend to bust out lines with me right here and now? They could be back ANY second! But oh well, this oughta be interesting. Bob diverts his attention away from his thoughts and to the CD case which by this time had 2 nice rails sitting on it, waiting to infect the minds of these two experienced tweakers for yet another time. Jack then hands Bob the CD case and a 2 inch piece of straw. Bob takes the items into hand and places the CD case upon the arm of Couch. He places the cut straw at the beginning of the line, with the other end at his nostril. He draws the straw across the line, inhaling deeply and quickly. The burn overcomes him, and he turns his head toward the ceiling and blinks his eyes furiously in a vain attempt to rid himself of the flaming pain faster. He recovers and looks over at Jack, who has been staring at him the entire time. Jack has a large ear-to-ear grin across his face, and it turns into a snicker. Jack keeps his eyes on Bob until they make eye contact. He then motions with his head for the tools of demonic pleasure sitting on the Couch's arm. Bob grabs them and hands them to Jack, who quickly and expertly picks up the straw and CD and makes his wonder powder disappear. He immediately places the CD and straw on the other arm of Couch, and stands up and sighs. He remains standing there for about 15 seconds, and then spots the CD case again. He reaches over and picks it up to examine it. It's Jimi Hendrix's "Are You Experienced?" A look of excitement spreads over Jack's face as he removes the compact disc from its jewel case and throws it in the Sony CD changer. As soon as Jimi's untouchable guitar resounds through the room, Jack busts into an insane air guitar session. He sees Bob staring at him with a look of fear across his face. As the song ends and the next CD in the shuffle begins (Slayer's "Killing Fields", Track 1 on Divine Intervention comes on), Jack spots his treasure sitting next to the bed. "I finally found it", exclaims the now gurked out Jack Palance. He glances over at Reverend Bob, and sees that he is just watching everything in awe. He jumps over to the can, and leans down to look in it and find out exactly what they have been using it for. As he moves his face in front of the can he is immediately overcome with flashbacks and memories. Inside the can was approximately a pound of stems, seeds and shake left over from pot smoking sessions. Jack falls to the floor, screaming in agony. Bob realizes that Jack Palance finally lost it, and jumps up to dart for the door. As he lunges for the knob, he feels a large object smash into his back and he then falls to the ground. On his hands and knees, Bob looks over to see what hit him, and sees an average sized computer chair laying on its side. As Bob crawls mindlessly away from the chair, he sees the "PeNiS" sign that is taped to the wall. That was the last thing the Reverend Bob Pickering ever saw, as a solid metal fire poker came crashing down upon the back of his skull, splitting it open and sending fragments of bone into his brain. Although Bob was killed almost instantly by the adrenaline strengthened blow, Jack continued to hammer brutally as Bob's melon until it was nothing more than a bloody mess on the floor resembling a squashed tomato. T O B E C O N T I N U E D... <<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>