Move Along Nothing To See Here

[ItzToxie]

((Michael Crowe continued from Wicked Grin))

The sun was setting by the time he made it the tar pits. Everything felt like it was moving right on time. He wondered how the others were doing, did they make it back yet? Hopefully they weren't wondering what happened, this was all part of the plan, yeah he'd be a bit late but he had to do something a little extra.

Michael knelt by the tar pits, laying the remaining TP rolls to the side. He got back up and wandered to a nearby tree, taking a hold of some thinner branches. He reached up and grabbed the first one, bending and breaking it until it removed itself from the tree. He tossed it over behind him before reaching for the next one.

Once he got the branches he needed he began segmenting them into smaller torch sized sticks, then shoving them into the TP rolls.  One last step, then phase one would be complete, and he could return back to the parish. Michael grabbed each torch, and one by one, dunked them in to the tar and out.

Once he finished dipping the sticks, he grabbed them and got up, ready to return home.

*Plop*

Oh shit!

Michael looked down and saw he had ended up putting one foot into the tar pit. "Fuck!" He yelled as he pulled his foot out of the sludge. That was fucking close, he almost died in what would've been the dumbest way to go since like... ever. Shit, that'd been embarrassing.

"Fuckin' gross..." Michael wiped his foot against the grass, hoping to get most of the billion year old dinosaur slime off his foot. It didn't really help much, but at the very least it's a good reminder to watch his step.

It was gonna suck walking back with what felt like the world's largest wad of gum wrapped around your boot though...

*plop*


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((Michael Crowe continued elsewhere.))