Post by versageflames on Mar 1, 2007 6:56:28 GMT -5
Versage sat at home and sighed softly as he flipped through some channels. His mind wondered aimlessly in a black void, having nothing better to do right now. He lived on his own.. what WAS There to do? He'd already cleaned up the damn house and had nothing really else to do now. He grumbled under his breath but came to a commercial with a familiar face on it. "Hey.. no shit.. that's D.S. Williams." He laughed hard as suddenly he sunk into his memories. It was about the fourth week in basic. Him, Jim, Richard and David were talkin about something when Versage laughed a bit and nodded to them. He spoke a few words and their eyes went wide. "Ohh shit no.. James... Dude are you TRYING to get yourself killed?" James simply had grinned at his friends response. "Hell if I die I die.. at least I'll go out knowing that I gave a poor man his dignity back." He cackled a bit and tossed a small white bottle in his hand. "Hehe..." With that he turned and dissapeared from view.
.......................................Later that night......................................
James got up out of his bunk and placed his fingers to his lips for the others to be silent and snuck his way around the base. This prank.. by the way is what gave the D.S. instructors the idea of trying him out in the S.E.A.L.s. He'd slipped past five guards without even being noticed. Finally he made it to Drill Sergeant William J. Rodrigues' room and opened the door very silently. Slipping in he grabbed his bottle and switched it with the one he'd had in his hand. He slipped out and made his way back to his bunker without getting caught. When he'd gotten there his buddies crowded around him. "Dude did you do it?" James grinned and nodded a bit. "Yup.. I did it." he held up the other white bottle which contained pain killers. He grinned. "When he wakes up tomarrow to take his pain med's he's gonna have an interesting surprise." What none of them had seen was the nerdy man laying on his bunker. He was basically the D.S. lap dog and was ready to nark on anyone that was going to do something bad. He remembered James words and fell asleep. As did James and his friends.
..........................................Next Day............................................
There was a loud crash bang and Williams ran in quickly. His pants sticking out as he had a major hard on. "WHO THE FUCK PUT VIAGRA IN MY GAHDAMN PAIN KILLERS BOTTLE." The nerdy fella.. named Private Dickenson.. made a very slight motion with his head towards James. Who'd managed to keep a streight face the whole time. Williams rushed over to him and picked him up. "Did you put viagra in my damn pain killer bottle son?" James looked at him and without kept his face streight. "no sir." His voice was dead panned. "Are you sure? Cause Private Dickenson says other wise.." James looked at Dickenson. "Well sir if he does... wouldn't that mean someone has a guilty concience?" He tilted his head and Williams spat at him. "WHAT THE HELL DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU SON!!?" James cooly replied. "A man with a hard on.. that's pressing into my leg." He grumbled and the D.S. clocked him upside the head. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYIN BOY!!" James stood up and laughed a bit. "I said sir that now when you get home you'll be able to give your wife a good fuckin." No body liked Williams anyways. He was a total prick and as he stalked out everyone laughed. But then they looked to Dickenson. "So.. go and rat out our boy will ya?" Dickenson got into the corner. Twenty minutes later, there were questions on the base as to just how they had managed to hoist Dickenson up onto the flag pole by his shorts without them ripping.
He snapped out ofh is thoughts as he looked at the ending commercial and chuckled a bit. "Damn.. that was some bad shit... I'm surprised I didn't get kicked out." he laughed harder and laid on the couch to take a nap.
.......................................Later that night......................................
James got up out of his bunk and placed his fingers to his lips for the others to be silent and snuck his way around the base. This prank.. by the way is what gave the D.S. instructors the idea of trying him out in the S.E.A.L.s. He'd slipped past five guards without even being noticed. Finally he made it to Drill Sergeant William J. Rodrigues' room and opened the door very silently. Slipping in he grabbed his bottle and switched it with the one he'd had in his hand. He slipped out and made his way back to his bunker without getting caught. When he'd gotten there his buddies crowded around him. "Dude did you do it?" James grinned and nodded a bit. "Yup.. I did it." he held up the other white bottle which contained pain killers. He grinned. "When he wakes up tomarrow to take his pain med's he's gonna have an interesting surprise." What none of them had seen was the nerdy man laying on his bunker. He was basically the D.S. lap dog and was ready to nark on anyone that was going to do something bad. He remembered James words and fell asleep. As did James and his friends.
..........................................Next Day............................................
There was a loud crash bang and Williams ran in quickly. His pants sticking out as he had a major hard on. "WHO THE FUCK PUT VIAGRA IN MY GAHDAMN PAIN KILLERS BOTTLE." The nerdy fella.. named Private Dickenson.. made a very slight motion with his head towards James. Who'd managed to keep a streight face the whole time. Williams rushed over to him and picked him up. "Did you put viagra in my damn pain killer bottle son?" James looked at him and without kept his face streight. "no sir." His voice was dead panned. "Are you sure? Cause Private Dickenson says other wise.." James looked at Dickenson. "Well sir if he does... wouldn't that mean someone has a guilty concience?" He tilted his head and Williams spat at him. "WHAT THE HELL DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU SON!!?" James cooly replied. "A man with a hard on.. that's pressing into my leg." He grumbled and the D.S. clocked him upside the head. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYIN BOY!!" James stood up and laughed a bit. "I said sir that now when you get home you'll be able to give your wife a good fuckin." No body liked Williams anyways. He was a total prick and as he stalked out everyone laughed. But then they looked to Dickenson. "So.. go and rat out our boy will ya?" Dickenson got into the corner. Twenty minutes later, there were questions on the base as to just how they had managed to hoist Dickenson up onto the flag pole by his shorts without them ripping.
He snapped out ofh is thoughts as he looked at the ending commercial and chuckled a bit. "Damn.. that was some bad shit... I'm surprised I didn't get kicked out." he laughed harder and laid on the couch to take a nap.