SAW
Antisensei
III
Part II 
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How long have we been on the road ?
Where are we going anyway
?
The map, which the camel had in its butt,
points in this direction.
This real estate is so empty and bleak.
What's that ?
A garbage can, in the middle of the
desert.
With a tape recorder.
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Hello, caravan. On your
journey you had lots of time to contemplate. Now you have
the opportunity to dispose of your worthless belts and rank
certificates. If you don't do it, you will be attacked by a
herd of furious
zebras. |
What ?
Far and wide nothing in
sight.
Anyway, there are no zebras in
the sahara. I learned that from an app on my
smartjeans.
Right, and we've already come that far.
Exactly, let's move on.
This time he is only mucking around.
He is losing his touch.
You hear that noise ?
Sounds like engines.
A plane is approaching.
It is dropping something.
Oh no, zebras with parachutes.
Appearing somewhat upset.
Seriously in panic mode.
Now they are crash-landing.
Pow, right in the nostrils. That would really piss
me off.
They are aimlessly standing around and
...
... getting taller.
No, they are running towards us.
Looking really aggressive and
... attacking us. Why ?
Because they take us for
zebras. With our white training uniforms and the black belts, we
look like them. Now they want to defend their territory or ...
yuck.
We have to throw away our black belts and rank
certificates. That will distract them.
Seems to
work.
Ok, that's it, let's keep going.
Boooring.
Why, the sand grains do all look
different.
Something's over there.
Looks like a catapult.
The thing is huge.
There are people in its basket.
They are from the budo association. One of them
looks like ...
Yes, that must be him.
Seems they have found a tape recorder.
Can you understand anything ?
No, it's too far
away.
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Hello, guild quacks. In 100
seconds the catapult will be released, and you will be slung
away. Above you is a harness to save the most important one of
you lot. The choice is
yours. |
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What's happening ?
They talk to each other.
Now they scream at each other.
Now they are figthing.
There is a countdown display.
10 - 9 - 8 ...
Still brawling.
Maybe we should keep sufficient
distance.
Should have done that much earlier.
3 - 2 - 1 - 0 ...
Wow - they are airborne.
How high.
How fast.
Seems that some are still fighting in
mid-air.
But with a serious lack of hip power.
How far away they already are.
Hardly visible.
