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I remember back in 7th grade me and my friends knocked and run'd a house... We were waiting for someone to answer it so we could get that sweet reaction. Little did we know that the old man had a side door from his garden. Pops had a pitchfork for real. Caught us on the blind side. Dude KNEW what we were doing. He was coming straight for us.
Unfortunately our only exit was in the direction of where the old man with the pitchfork was. The 4 of us spread wide like an NFL offense, and he had to pick his poison. He tried to go for me but I gave him the juke footwork. Crossed over, ankles broken. He then started chasing us down the 800m long road. He nearly got my scrawny friend Andrew. Luckily paps ran out of steam.
We looked in the clear. My friends started slowing down, but I knew we couldn't take the foot off the gas. Just about down the 800m road, the old man long gone back to his crib, it seemed all over.
Until his 7ft tall son appeared in the distance. He was on a push bike. We were FUCKED.
Gigantus was going at the speed of light. I had kept running while my friends were a good 300m behind me. They hadn't looked behind themselves yet. They couldn't see the monster approaching. I was screaming to them... "Get the fuck out of there!".. But from such a distance away it could only be heard as audible screeching. They were seemingly laughing at me looking like a fool. The 7ft Goliath was about 100m away when one of them noticed the beast. They did not stand a chance. It was brutal. Absolutely vicious. The Galactus grabbed all three of them in a bearhug. Like a goddamn unstoppable force, he walked all three of them back, bearhug carry.
I gave up on them. Ran home. Fuck those dudes. I warned them we couldn't stop running.
The aftermath was they called the cops and my 3 friends got busted. I didn't because #NoSnitches. We broke a window so they had to pay for it. Schmucks.
Unfortunately our only exit was in the direction of where the old man with the pitchfork was. The 4 of us spread wide like an NFL offense, and he had to pick his poison. He tried to go for me but I gave him the juke footwork. Crossed over, ankles broken. He then started chasing us down the 800m long road. He nearly got my scrawny friend Andrew. Luckily paps ran out of steam.
We looked in the clear. My friends started slowing down, but I knew we couldn't take the foot off the gas. Just about down the 800m road, the old man long gone back to his crib, it seemed all over.
Until his 7ft tall son appeared in the distance. He was on a push bike. We were FUCKED.
Gigantus was going at the speed of light. I had kept running while my friends were a good 300m behind me. They hadn't looked behind themselves yet. They couldn't see the monster approaching. I was screaming to them... "Get the fuck out of there!".. But from such a distance away it could only be heard as audible screeching. They were seemingly laughing at me looking like a fool. The 7ft Goliath was about 100m away when one of them noticed the beast. They did not stand a chance. It was brutal. Absolutely vicious. The Galactus grabbed all three of them in a bearhug. Like a goddamn unstoppable force, he walked all three of them back, bearhug carry.
I gave up on them. Ran home. Fuck those dudes. I warned them we couldn't stop running.
The aftermath was they called the cops and my 3 friends got busted. I didn't because #NoSnitches. We broke a window so they had to pay for it. Schmucks.