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“It locked up,” Gal said.

“What do you mean?” Artem asked.

“The gun locked up,” Gal said.

“How did you shoot terrorists then?” Artem asked.

“No. It worked then. It only locked up once and then it worked fine later,” Gal said.

“Why?” Artem asked. There was a long pause.

“I aimed it at a child,” Gal said. An eerie quiet entered the room for a minute.

“You can use mine next time,” Artem said.

“Thanks, but I also have a pistol,” Gal said which he took out and cocked.

Gal had a newer model weapon with a civilian sight lock that prevented it from shooting anybody under 4 feet tall. It didn’t stop him from shooting another weapon though.

“Watch this,” a soldier said with a joystick in his hand.

“What?” a co-worker next to him asked.

“Scrambled eggs. Coming right up sir!” he said.

Soldiers watched a giant screen that privately broadcasted what was around an unmanned drone to them in real time. Far below the drone a bald eagle sat by a nest near a hawk on a Cottonwood tree. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning it struck the nest with a laser and briefly incapacitated the birds. Soldiers cheered and even though a videocamera recorded it in the animal reserve, when authorities saw it they blamed lightning.

“We know what it can do to human test subjects, but how does it work on animals?” Fidel asked.

“We haven’t tested it on fish, but the microwave radiation tests on humans and rodents were successful,” Daisy replied.

“Let’s test the weapon on fish,” Fidel said.

“Ocean fish or freshwater fish?” Daisy asked.

“We’ll chum off the coast and test the weapon on whichever fish surface on the sea,” Fidel said and Daisy said ok.

A few days later they sailed from Havana for an hour into open water to test the weapon. After they chummed for fish, a school of sawfish among others surfaced and ate. While they were eating, the soldier shot them with the microwave gun that they had used on U.S. soldiers. It heated the water into steam and made the fish swim in circles as if they were ill and it seemed to alter their equilibrium.

The air smelled like cooked fish since it cooked their flesh inside a little. Unfortunately, afterwards the sawfish and others swam to Florida where they were greeted with unwanted press and questions as they spun in circles.

“Is it cancerous yet?” the captain asked.

“No. It’s still just red. He’s shrinking it a little bit,” the lieutenant replied.

“How?” the captain asked.

“Honey, pot, tea and turmeric sir,” the lieutenant replied.

“Can you turn up the laser higher?” the captain asked.

“Not without the smell of burning flesh sir,” the lieutenant replied.

“How often does he cover the laser cam with his eyepatch?” the captain asked.

“About an hour or two a day, but we can still hear him and measure his vital signs,” the lieutenant replied.

“Keep hitting the patch of skin on his arm with the laser and see if you can turn it black before the end of the month,” the captain said.

“Yes sir,” the lieutenant replied and kept working. They were unsuccessful though because their target’s anti-cancer regimen was simply too strong.

“Do you have the coordinates of the tobacco field?” the captain asked.

“Yes sir. Here they are,” the soldier replied pointing at longitude and lattitude on a screen.

“When the drone gets within 400 meters use the infrared laser to target the plants,” the captain said.

Despite ethical, moral and legal questions during a new moon the military flew a drone into a Marlboro field to release nanorobots into tobacco plants before harvest. In the coming days as cigarettes were manufactured, sold and smoked the nanorobots entered their victims. They no longer had only tar and cancer to worry about.

The king and his son flew almost halfway across the world and stayed in a very expensive, presidential suite. They ate a meal and after he fell asleep his son went outside. When he saw somebody in the near distance, he took a powerful laser pen out of his pocket and blinded him in one eye.

The victim felt the pain and knew what happened because his vision instantly failed in one eye, so he looked around and saw the king’s son and ran after him. Right before they got to their suite he caught him and wrestled him to the ground.

“Why did you blind me?” the man asked, but the boy didn’t respond and his dad heard and opened the door.

“He blinded me in one eye,” the man said to the king.

"Did you do this son?” he asked and the boy said yes.

“I didn’t teach you to use that laser to harm innocent people. Now give it back to me. Your punishment will be to share your kingdom with our victim. It was going to be yours, but now you owe him, so I’ll make sure that part of it goes to him now,” the king said. The boy was very upset for losing riches that he expected, but his victim grudgingly accepted the king’s offer of restitution since it was generous and he had no better option. He hated losing his vision, but he didn’t mind living on Easy Street for now on.

“I should just blind this kid tonight. Get him in glasses and clip his wings,” the psychopath father thought in his twisted head.

“Can you tell me why you think I should see a black Santa again?” his son asked.

They were cleared to leave the house by mom to discuss finding a black Santa Claus downtown. While driving uphill in the dark in a semi-rural suburb in a nearly new Mercedes-Benz, his father turned on the AC and spoke.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just thought it’d be fun. We don’t have to. I just saw a black Santa working downtown on TV and he seemed really cool and they don’t get much work around the holidays because everybody wants to see a white Santa and take a picture with white Santa. We may have to go somewhere like Horton Plaza,” he said.

“Yeah because Santa is white. Right?” the boy asked.

“Probably since Santa is from the North Pole where it snows and it’s very cold all the time, so he stays indoors and the sun is weak when it shines. I know you already saw a white Santa with your mom last week for your yearly Christmas picture, so I understand if you don’t want to go,” his dad said and then mentioned something about the American version of Santa Claus and Santa in other cultures.

“Do black people see a black Santa?” the boy asked.

“Sometimes, but usually not because there aren’t that many around,” he replied.

“Mom said black Santa worked in the ghetto,” the boy replied looking at his dad shrug. He looked out the windows as things zipped by while they cruised down the street near other cars.

“It’s not too bad. It’s just where they can get some work downtown. I imagine the real white parts of the county won’t hire a black Santa. Maybe in LA, but not in San Diego,” his dad said. It was 1987.

“Are they out on parole or something?” the boy asked.

“Oh, I don’t know. I was just joking when I said they probably just got out of jail on bail,” the father said.

“No, that’s ok,” the boy replied, so they ran their typical errands, visited a tropical fish store, a liquor store for beer and Lotto tickets and returned without hunting down black Santa. His dad recognized how he was getting older and probably wouldn’t even see white Santa anymore soon. His mom wanted to continue the tradition as long as possible, so they did until he was so heavy that he hurt Santa’s lap.

The boy missed his opportunity to track down a black Santa for a humble request and a picture, but he wasn’t sure they’d find one anyway. Since his mom threatened to leave his dad if he ever blinded him with a laser like he blinded himself and his brother he left him alone for the time being.

Before being deployed to Vietnam an enlisted soldier thought it was time for payback. His older brother nearly blinded him in one eye with a laser when they were younger before being drafted to fight in the Vietnam War which he never did.

One night there was a party and soldiers played spin the bottle, but the younger brother wasn’t there. While his older brother was blindfolded his dare was to pull down his pants and spread his butt cheeks, but when he did it some soldiers grabbed him, restrained him and sodomized him with dildos. They also told him to spit on his dick and jerk off while they did it and they wouldn’t stop until he came.

His little brother had told them a story that he shared with him privately one time about being sodomized at an orgy by a woman’s request and how great it was to orgasm, so the soldiers knew they’d get away with it. They were also homophobic in general, so they were happy to sodomize him with dildos while hazing new recruits.

After sodomizing him with lubricated dildos he eventually came and drunk people cheered, but he was a very damaged person that became a psychopath, pedophile, liar, addict, alcoholic and thief. He also liked something jammed up his butt especially during sex which annoyed his wife and he became a fan of sodomy porn and never stopped blinding others in the eye with a laser.

“You don’t like it do you? Dad says you like it sometimes,” mom said. Her son vigorously shook his head no with his eyes wide open in horror.

“No. He doesn’t like it. I think you’re hurting him, so you better stop,” mom said. Dad had been drugging the boy with NyQuil and sodomizing their son in a Star Wars mask, but he accidentally made his rear end bleed, so mom found out and got upset. She was usually home with him, but occasionally saw her friends at night.

“You know. It’s not that big of a deal,” dad said sipping on another can of cold beer. “You made his butt bleed. I think it’s a pretty big deal. What if the school finds out? They’ll call the police and have you arrested you know,” mom said.

Sure enough the principal questioned the son at Christian elementary school after he was caught acting up and breaking the rules and he ascertained that he was a victim of abuse. Before they could take action though his parents made him profess his faith in Jesus, so they could say his father had a come to Jesus moment alone that was so powerful that his son got saved too. He even cited the story of the Philippian jailer. This in conjunction with a donation was enough to keep them from notifying the police.

After the boy got saved and they moved to a bigger house the father stopped sodomizing him. He considered tagging him another way though which was what he was taught by a soldier and something he had done before. He’d have to wait until the son was older for his opportunity to blind him in one eye with a laser though.

The father forbade the son to talk about what he did to him and told him to forget it and said if he ever said a word about it to anybody ever that he’ll lose his inheritance. His childhood house was his inheritance and it was worth a lot, so he didn’t want to lose it. His father also promised to send him to college, buy him a car, pay for his apartment and do other things for him, so he knew he had a lot to lose.

The father covered many different scenarios over different periods of time and tried to persuade the son that it’d always be a bad idea to come forward and say what happened. He was a psychopath and felt he was protecting himself. As a child he had no option but to believe and trust him for the time being.

In front of him his parents discussed which age he should be when he finally addresses what happened to him. Mom said she wanted to be dead and gone and up in heaven waiting for them. They knew that the damage he did that the son was instructed to ignore could harm him before he even acknowledged it and dealt with it. For instance his damaged sphincter made it hard to stay clean and his father was quick to attribute his pain to other things no matter what.

The father said never speak of it, then proposed 70 or 80 years old. Mom said 50 years old though. She said if her son hadn’t told anybody about it until he was 50 years old, then he could start talking about it, so that’s exactly what he did even though she was already up in heaven waiting for him then.

“Do you want to put it in my butt?” she asked her husband.

“No,” he said and shook his head.

“Why not?” she asked. They had been married for about 8 years and were about to have sex doggy style.

“What?” he asked confused by her request to sodomize her while their daughter was gone.

“I’m clean. I just took a shower. C’mon. Haven’t you ever wanted to try it?” she asked him and he shook his head no. He preferred vaginal sex except when she bled which happened a lot because of his size and rape that she suffered as a child. In fact, she liked resorting to oral sex.

After his wife told his mom he smelled like feces sometimes she admitted that his father sodomized him when he was a little kid and caused it making it impossible to get clean without two showers a day. She thought it’d bring them together, but his wife sought to use it against him, told others and accused him of being gay before she told him he could find somebody else and divorced.

He sodomized her, but only that once and a year or two later their marriage ended. Since he wasn’t into anal sex and she was a cheating deviant she let another guy use her for anal sex while she lived with her husband because she knew he’d never check back there or know.

“You better not even think about doing anything to her while she’s sleeping,” grandma said.

“What are you talking about?” grandpa asked.

“You know. Whatever you did to our son. Don’t do that to her,” she said.

“I know. I know,” he replied.

“And whatever you did to your eye and your brother’s eye. Don’t do that to her either or they’ll catch you and they’ll take her and you’ll get in big trouble,” she said.

Their son and daughter in law were in jail for a few days and temporarily lost custody of their daughter. Nobody knew how long it’d be, but they thought it could last at least 6 months if a parent quickly reunified through Child Protective Services’ steps.

Grandpa was too afraid to sodomize her like he sodomized his son when he was a little kid. Since his granddaughter spoke to her parents all the time he figured she’d tell them and he’d get caught for both crimes. However, he burned her optic nerve in one eye in her sleep through her skull with a laser. Her hair was singed, but they blamed it on food or gum, got her a haircut and ignored it.

After she left their house she began having vision problems. Even though wearing an eyepatch from time to time was the best treatment her mom got her eyeglasses and she began relying on them instead of her eyes to deal with the poor vision in one eye. At least nobody sodomized her.

On a cloudy afternoon the pilot was about to land the plane from Paris to Glasgow Airport. Before he could do so he recoiled in pain.

“Ow!” he yelled grabbing one eye while touching down and nearly skidding off the runway. Somebody with a military-grade laser blinded the pilot. It happened in that area so often that they referred to it as “laser block”.

“ATC, this is the co-pilot of Flight Number 3136. We’ve been hit by a laser, a green laser, 10 o’clock position, just before landing. I will taxi us in,” the co-pilot said to the flight tower. He was capable and took over the plane, so the pilot could safely rest.

“We’ve experienced a laser strike. Vision temporarily impaired. Requesting assistance,” the pilot said. They sent for a doctor, so the injury could be examined.

Airport police were unable to find the perpetrator before they fled the crime scene. They were lucky because the senseless crime carried a hefty fine and prison time.

A giant screen on one side of the room broadcasted outer space near Mars because a very large asteroid was headed toward earth. Fortunately, they had designed a weapon to protect earth in this tragic situation. Now was the time to use it.

“Have you programmed the asteroid’s trajectory into the laser?” the captain asked.

“Yes and it’s locked and loaded. Based on its distance from earth we estimate the laser will take 12 minutes to reach its target,” the laser technician said.

“Fire at will,” the captain said.

The entire planet was nervous because people knew that an asteroid was coming that could destroy earth. However, they trusted the laser system installed by NASA and the Space Force.

12 minutes after firing from earth the laser hit the asteroid, destroyed part of it and altered its trajectory making it harmless to people on earth. The land-based system which was once only a dream paid dividends today for all of humankind.

Sailing from Japan through the South China Sea a guided missile destroyer encountered a drone from the mainland. Fortunately, even though their new defensive weapon was in the testing phase it was still operational.

“How far away is the UAV?” the captain asked.

“It’s 2 miles away sir,” the laser technician replied.

“Is that close enough?” the captain asked.

“Yes. We’ll hit it,” the laser technician replied.

“Fire at will then,” the captain said.

Without the characteristic sounds of a missile firing the laser technician aboard the USS Preble fired the HELIOS directed energy weapon at what they thought was a Saetbyol-9 drone and it burned a hole through it making it crash in the sea.

“You’re like a total failure and need to get a life and a new career,” somebody said in a voicemail recording.

A pedophile’s victim needed assistance like he was promised. Unfortunately, that meant less for the sodomite’s kid which made him jealous as if lying in his bed wasn’t enough.

When the perp caught wind of it he was displeased. Even though he had burned his guests’ optic nerve with a laser in their sleep, he didn’t feel overly connected to them. He hoped they’d get dark circles under their eyes to look bad and like his relative because that way it’d hide darkness and depravity in his eyes or so he thought.

As a group of poor migrants from Cuba paddled their pathetic, rubber boat to Florida the morning sun lit their way. It’d take hours, but they were tired of oppression in Cuba and wanted freedom and a new life in America.

“Are they halfway there yet?” the captain asked.

“Yes sir. They just passed the midway point and have about 50 miles remaining,” the radar man said from a control room.

“Fire the laser when ready,” the captain said to a drone operator.

Taking careful aim they hit the rubber boat with a laser and the hole in the hull made it fill with water and slowly sink. The people tried to stay afloat, but they were too far from land to make it, so all the Cubans drown and were never seen again.

“The wind is strong tonight. I should exceed 70 miles per hour and maybe even higher speeds,” the drone pilot said.

“LA isn’t ready for this fire and soon everybody will know,” the coordinator replied.

During astronomical twilight a drone pilot flew a drone high over an electrical transmission tower in Los Angeles County. Using a laser it ignited foliage beneath the tower, so it looked like the utility company’s fault. It quickly caught fire and spread causing a major disaster that cost billions of dollars and displaced hundreds of thousands of people before firefighters were finally able to extinguish it.

“Wanna skim my EBT card again?” Roger asked Willie.

“Why?” Willie asked.

“So you can get free food and I’ll report it to SNAP and get it refunded again,” Roger replied.

“We can’t do that anymore,” Willie said.

“Why?” Roger asked.

“It was on the news. They’re not refunding card skim victims anymore,” Willie said.

“Ok. What’ll you do now?” Roger asked.

“I’ll just stick it in the liquor store’s card reader for an hour or two,” Willie replied.

Willie walked to the busy liquor store on the corner and discretely attached a payment card skimmer on their card reader as he paid. They didn’t even notice. An hour later he returned, bought something else and removed it. He was able to obtain a lot of payment card numbers this way and steal money from them too.

“Well, we can check with Shadow Mountain to see if he has had any issues with kids, but his application and references checked out. In fact, he came five times as a camper and once as a counselor too,” the Hume Lake Christian summer camp director said about one of their lifeguards.

“Patty knows some ladies that attend his church. I’ll ask her to call them to see what they know,” the pastor said. An hour later the pastor returned.

“What did they say?” the director asked.

“Patty spoke to somebody in his mother’s Bible study group. She said his dad sodomized him when he was a kid,” the pastor said.

“Is he in prison?” the director asked.

“No. He’s a member of the church and they live together,” the pastor said.

“Ok. Well, let’s just tell his family it isn’t working out and he has exhibited some strange behavior and we don’t want him around the other kids because of what happened to him as a preventative measure,” the director said.

They talked about it, told another pastor for wise counsel and said a prayer because they didn’t want to draw attention to the matter, but they wanted a quick resolution. They notified the lifeguard’s family and his parents drove hundreds of miles, picked him up and took him home. It was unfortunate because he got certified as a lifeguard just to work at the camp, he always had the time of his life there and he would’ve been an asset.

Tomorrow Jill was getting a tumor removed by a surgeon. She was nervous, but tried to sleep anyway. Meanwhile, several surgeons played poker in a basement and drank beers.

“Are you working tomorrow?” Jack asked Jim swigging beer and glancing at his cards.

“Yeah. I’m removing a tumor in the afternoon,” Jim replied.

“How many times have you removed it?” Bill asked and they laughed.

“This is the second time. I swear I lasered it all last time and I’ll remove it all this time too. Sometimes they just come back,” Jim said, paused for effect and then winked and everybody laughed.

“Here’s to insurance companies,” Marty said and they all raised their beer and drank.

Patients paid hospitals lots of money for surgical treatments, but their insurance company usually took care of it, so surgeons were paid a lot. If they failed to totally remove a tumor and it returned, it just meant more work and money for them because they’d get paid for another surgery.

Several months later Jill’s tumor returned. It showed up on a test, so she scheduled a third visit to get it removed. She hoped this would be the last time.

“Let’s go! Put it in the bag!” the bank robber said to the armored van’s passenger. He was returning to the van with the bank’s money because they were hired to take large amounts and protect it.

“Hurry up!” the robber’s accomplice said cocking his gun and pointing it at his neck.

The driver was right behind him and reached for his gun. Their other accomplice was quick to disarm him though.

“Put it down. Nice and easy,” he said. He pointed his gun at the driver, so he slowly put his gun on the ground and raised his arms above his head.

“We’ll take it all boys,” the fourth thief said chewing on a toothpick while looking into the van. It was empty though.

“That’s all they have. Let’s take it and go,” the first robber said.

“Tie them up and let’s go,” one of the accomplices said and they quickly tied their feet and hands and got in their vehicle to leave.

“Drive. It’s only a few miles till the water,” the robber said. One thief started the engine and entered the flow of traffic.

The thieves were under pressure and didn’t tie knots very well, so the victims quickly untied themselves and began following them in their van.

“They’re behind us,” one thief said to the driver.

“You’re right, but we’ll lose them,” he said slowing for a stoplight.

As he approached the intersection he turned on his MIRT and it immediately changed the stoplight to green. All the other cars stopped. As soon as they crossed the intersection all traffic stopped because all four ways got red lights. Slowly and methodically per the way the system works it began allowing traffic to proceed from the other direction, so the victims were stuck behind cars and lost them.

The thieves drove to a garage by the water and parked the car to hide it. A boat was waiting for them, so they sailed it to Cuba which was only about 150 miles away.

“Here’s a prescription for eyedrops. Go to the pharmacy after you leave here and get these anti-inflammatory drops and lubricating drops,” the surgeon said and handed the patient her prescription.

“Ok. Thank you,” she said.

“These are numbing drops. I’m going to numb your eyes before surgery,” the surgeon said showing her a bottle. As she sat in his operating chair she leaned her head back and he put the drops in her eyes.

“You shouldn’t feel anything at all, but let me know if you do. Ok?” the surgeon said.

“Ok,” the patient replied. She was getting LASIK eye surgery.

A few minutes later the surgeon operated on her eyes with his laser. He had performed many of these surgeries before, so he knew what he was doing and did a great job.

Unfortunately, after he saw his patient’s social media accounts he hated her and decided to make her go blind. He contaminated the numbing drops that he used before surgery, so she’d get an infection and he figured she’d blame blindness on one of the drops that he prescribed which she did. Unbeknownst to her he usually prescribed his patients antibiotic eyedrops too which would’ve prevented infection and blindness.

“Break the glass,” the thief said to the ex-convict. With his hammer he shattered the glass jewelry case.

“Take it all. I’ll get this one,” the thief said as the ex-con began bagging pearl necklaces and gold watches.

They picked the lock of a small pawn shop because they noticed earlier in the day that there were no security cameras. However, they didn’t realize that they tripped an infrared security laser connected to a computer which contacted local police and they were on their way. As soon as they opened the door to leave the police pulled up and arrested them.

“Try casting on the other side,” the fisherman said to his friend. They were on a small boat in the sea.

“Ok. I’ll use a lure,” he said and attached a lure to his string and began casting and reeling.

After an hour one of them saw something in the sky.

“Look! A drone!” the fisherman said and pointed to the little, unmanned aerial vehicle high above them.

“I see it! Who is controlling it!?” his friend replied.

As they gawked at the drone above them another drone approached and hovered in midair. Suddenly it fired a laser at the first drone, so it fell from the sky and into their boat. It started a fire that they tried to extinguish, but couldn’t, so the entire boat caught fire and sunk. They swam as long as they could, but the shore was so far away that they drowned before they could reach it.

“Just say, ‘I love you’ to them and end it,” the creepy voice said. An unconventional weapon attached to a drone was being used at night again to drive the ex-football player batty.

“Shut up,” he said smacking his head. He had CTE from playing two decades as a dominant middle linebacker in the NFL, so he was unwell. People trying to drive him to suicide wouldn’t need much more time to do it.

The restaurant owner and local legend texted his wife and his daughter, “I love you”. He began to cry and heard the voice again.

“Do it. Just make sure you shoot yourself in the chest, so they can examine your brain,” the voice said and softly chanted do it.

After months of Havana Syndrome-style attacks he gave in and committed suicide. Two weeks later his San Diego restaurant closed.

Somewhere in Los Angeles…

“Did you hear the news?” the right hand man said.

“No. What?” Enos Kroenke replied.

“Junior Seau is dead and they closed his restaurant,” he replied.

“What did you do?” Kroenke asked in disbelief.

“I didn’t do anything. What makes you think that I did something?” he asked.

“Well, it’s time to start moving the San Diego Chargers to LA,” Kroenke said.

The next few years were spent preparing to move the Chargers to Los Angeles. They were under a 20 year contract at Qualcomm Stadium, but after it ended in 2016 Dean Spanos moved the team and it eventually shared a brand new stadium with Kroenke’s team in LA.

“Drop the anchor,” the captain said.

“Aye aye captain,” the deckhand replied and began dropping the anchor to the sea floor.

Unlike usual after the anchor reached the bottom they began sailing. After a minute the anchor attached itself to a fiber optic internet cable. The ship slowed a little as it slowly pulled the cable across the seafloor until it broke.

“That should do it,” the captain said. This was the first step in a wide scale invasion. It caused chaos and panic, so they could invade without the eyes and ears of the internet.

Stan and Mark were about to cut a metal sheet at work. They were trying to meet their boss’ work production deadline. Stan was the first cutter and Mark was the first overseer.

“Hand me the laser cutter,” Stan said to Mark. He gave it to Stan and walked behind the protective shield. Mark had just inspected the laser cutter per guidelines.

“Be careful,” Mark said and smiled.

Stan was done. He hated Mark and this job because he didn’t like getting up early and was jealous of Mark. He was ready to go on disability and say goodbye to these people forever.

As Stan was cutting the metal sheet he pretended to slip and cut his hand. He could’ve cut it entirely off, so he was careful to just badly wound himself.

“Ouch!” he yelled in pain dropping the laser.

Stan’s employer gave him time off work to recover. First, he saw a doctor for a medical diagnosis. It was so deep that the cut took months to heal, so he got the disability insurance that he wanted for 9 months even though he had to injure himself to get it.

“Is Bobby Jackson there?” officer Sanchez asked.

“Call his VOIP. Do you got the number?” a woman asked.

“No ma’am,” the cop said and she told him the number, so he called it and asked for Bobby.

“This is him,” Bobby said.

“Hi Bobby. I’m officer Sanchez and I’d like to ask you a few questions,” the cop said.

“Sure. How can I help you?” Bobby asked.

“Did you see this suspect leaving 2421 Main St. on Tuesday morning with a black bag in his hand?” the cop asked and texted Bobby a picture.

“Yes. I saw him. He was walking quickly on the sidewalk in front of me,” Bobby replied.

“Ok. I need you to come down to the station and identify him in our criminal lineup,” the cop said.

“How did you get our number?” Bobby asked.

“You walked past a Tesla, so it recorded you and our system recognized your face,” officer Sanchez said.

“Ok. Just let me know when and where,” Bobby said and the cop gave him all the details.

When Bobby visited the station he wasn’t sure if he’d recognize the suspect, but when he stood next to the others he quickly recognized him by his fluffy brown hair. After positive identification they charged the suspect with crimes and set a date for his trial.

“If they’re ever going to be free they must believe and repent, then we must heal them now,” Jesus said as the wind blew.

“This oil is great, so let’s keep it covered,” Mark replied.

“The more they repent, the longer our miracles will heal their body and glorify god,” Luke said.

“Your father knows his oils Jesus,” Matthew said taking a sip of olive oil and then rubbing some on his chest and arms.

Jesus’ inner circle was getting a large supply of excellent oil unlike anybody had ever seen for a very long time. Their mission was not only to heal Jews and get them to change their ways, but also to eventually rise up against the oppressive Roman rule in 1st century Palestine.

“Cannabis oil was long forgotten, but Jesus’ father knows the truth,” John said with a smile.

“Remember which oil treats which illnesses my friends. Use your coconut and olive oils sparingly. They were miraculous even before my father blessed them,” Jesus said and his followers were elated because they got to use the oils on their body and eat them and they were amazing.

“Shouldn’t we inform them that their oil has been diluted and poisoned?” Judas asked.

“No not yet, but they’ll know after you leave and it’ll plant a seed that will grow and they will rise up,” Jesus said.

Jesus and his disciples knew that this was a turning point and a vital part of Jesus’ ministry. Either Jesus was sent to heal the sick and set the captives free or he wasn’t and it was time for him to give everything he had which was everything his father gave him through his disciples’ missionary work to the needy.

After anointing them by their brain stem with oil they rubbed it on their spine, heart (from the back) and certain wounds and drank it to successfully treat all sorts of ailments albeit only temporarily sometimes. They were thankful and felt better immediately. Afterwards all the disciples could do was remind them to change their ways and give god the glory which they did.

“Always take the stairs. Never ride the elevator,” the psychopath ass rapist father said since he damaged the poor little boy’s rectum and his ass smelled all the time.

“He can’t always take the stairs. What if he’s with me and I don’t want to take the stairs?” his mother replied.

“Could you leave him at the zoo?” he asked trying to be funny.

“It’s not funny. It’s gross and it’s your fault. You’re sick and you told him he can’t even think about it, so what did you expect?” she said shaking her head in disgust and exasperation.

The boy’s poor mother recalled when her son and his best friend Charlie wanted to play on the farmer’s hill behind their house.

“Do you want to play on the hill?” the boy asked.

“Which hill?” Charlie replied with a question. His house was a couple of miles away, so a parent drove him there and they did fun stuff outside sometimes.

“The farmer’s hill,” the boy said and he knew which one it was because it was the only one and adjacent to the rocks they climbed and used as a fortress.

“Ok. Let’s check it out,” Charlie semi-confidently said.

As they approached the farmer’s chain-link fence his dogs raced toward the boys, so they turned and ran before the dogs ran under it. Charlie got away unscathed since he was scared and fast and they weren’t actually after him. One dog bit the boy in the rear end though. They even returned with his father to identify which dog since it could’ve had rabies.

“You guys go down there and we’ll talk,” his father said to the boys fumbling for the farmer’s name and how to address him as they walked a few dozen yards away. He thought the dogs might bite him in the ass too even though he cleaned it beforehand to make sure they wouldn’t.

To hide his depravity from the farmer he had a likely story ready since he knew the dog bit the boy after the wind blew the smell of poop to it. He bought it because the farmer didn’t deal with many psychopaths that lied to his face so elaborately and he lacked discernment.

“No. Sorry. That won’t work for us,” the father said feigning disappointment for the two kids.

“Why not?” they asked.

“I can make sure we are back on time,” Charlie said because he thought that might change their mind.

“We have to get up super early tomorrow morning, so it just isn’t gonna work,” he said. They were on summer vacation in Maui together with their son and his best friend.

“C’mon! They’re hot German girls and they wanna hang out dad,” he said hoping he’d change his mind.

“No. I said no. Just relax around the condo with Charlie and get ready for tomorrow. You’ll see them tomorrow in the condo pool I’m sure,” he said.

Just then his mother remembered what his father said after he damaged his rectum sodomizing him. He told him to refrigerate coconut oil in the corner of Ziploc bag until it’s hard and it’ll look like an arrowhead if you’re doing it right and stick it up his butt one day. His mother wondered if this was the right time for that, but his father said no that they can meet in the pool. However, he played his cards right and she turned out to be his first kiss in the pool in the hotel’s underwater cave while Charlie watched the cave door until they finished making out.