Continued from the GFZ
The room has a light covering of dust and there are several used air fresheners around, I sit down on the sofa and see a TV remote control on the coffee table. I press the red button and the TV springs into life. There is a bar in the corner. I look in the fridge and find alcohol a plenty. I can’t find any beer so I open a bottle of white wine and head back to the sofa to sit down an watch the TV in peace.
So this is the BFZ!!!!
I need to move to the next stage of my plan. I have to phone the guys and let them know we have a new sanctuary. Best I leave Gman, and DJohn in the GFZ to distract the girlies. It’s a lot to ask I know but someone has to do ://
I have locked the door behind me so all I need to do is let the guys know the secret knock and then wait for them to arrive.
Come in Mr FC, grab a wine and have a seat. Just enjoy the lack of women for a little while. (Double checks that the door is locked again) :cheers:
Im pushing this blummimg door and it wont open. Anyone in there?? :shock: I can hear voices and smell aftershave...mmmmm.
SARGE! If you weren't bound by strict military code-I'd Kiss you. I've just left that GFZ...it smells like the vicar's wife's handbag in there. Old Fly kept sneezing. Here, have a bit of me scrumpy...good stuff (you are insured are you?). Oh, a sit down...mind if I take me boots off? aaah, peace and quiet at last. what, flies all falling off the ceiling? Yep, it's the socks mate. Always believe in a clean pair every day...only trouble is, at the end of the week, I can't get my boots on! Oh, I think ..I'll ..have ..forty...zzzzzzzzzzzz
Mr FC, I may have to shoot off again without notice, continuing the mission I PM'd you about last night ( until midnight). If I go I will be leaving you in charge of this door. DO NOT LET THE WOMEN IN, EVEN MRS FC!!!!
*emerges from behind sofa*
What if we're already in???
:twisted:
Hello Arti, make yourself comfortable. Good to have you on board. Mr FC is here somewhere. Have you met??
Mr FC turn coat fifth columnist... Shame shame shame
opens one eye what, no, howdo, Mr FC, pass that flagon would you..drink it? no, some of Fly's fleas are crawling over me and I want to poison the little buggers. Did I see...a...girlie then? No, must be the scrumpy...it give you bad dreams.. closes eye and snores
:evil2:
I love it when you get all stroppy, Sarge!
A strong, forceful man in uniform, BlueEyes?
Good man Mr FC, knew I could count on you. Arti, is this your ferret in my trousers ???
That's it lads..remember Rorkes Drift sings'Men of Harlech, Lie ye dreaming, See ye not their falchions gleaming...'
We'll keep 'em out. Some things transcend mere fear..this has gone on too long...these girls-love 'em DEARLY as I do-have become too damned bolshy...we've got to make a stand or we''ll never again get the chance to fart, belch, play cards and cheer Roy Keane for stamping on goalies....so, link arms lads (bagsy being Michael Caine), solidarity in the face of female insurrection... no fear here! .....hold on, is Jags there? well, ..errmmm, you know, perhaps discretion is the better part of valour.....anybody got a white hanky?
Quick Mr FC let Biker Guy in