Night Eight
The bad guys felt sure they had it in the bag.
The big Fijian had been issued with new orders and was carving out a passage to the line for the captain 0 who he had two people in his sights for a stint on the sidelines.
As he made his move, however, the worst half in Origin history decided to jog alongside him.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
His mind set to his task, he did his best to ignore the idiot faced idiot.
"We playing football?" the guy asked with hope in his voice, "I love football. My Dad was real good. Can I play?"
His running mate remained stony silent, intent on making his kills and sealing victory.
"Silence is consent!" the idiot shouted joyfully, and proceeded to knock the ball on, kick it out on the full, and shit himself.
"Mitchell Piss! Origin superstah" he shouted in triumph as he raced around with arms outspread and plane noises coming from his slack-jawed mouth, "I LOVE PLANES!"
The would-be killer's game was well and truly put off. He ended up hugging those he'd intended to kill.
It is now day
