My mission took me to the heighest heights, the most dangerous of dangereous. I was up on a ladder. And it was scary. BUT, I was not scared. I was like the Brave Little Toaster. No, I was like Sydney Bristow. No. I was like.......well, ok. So I was afraid of dropping thirty feet to the pavement, cracking my head open and never being able to walk again, but you can think I was fearless, right? Ok, so there I was on the top of the ladder with my gun, when I was suddenly attacked by flesh-eating moss and pebbles. Luckily, I had been well equiped, and one quick pull of the trigger sent that grime to the place where the sun don't shine, well, further down the gutter, anyway. As I surveyed my field of vision, I quickly became aware that this job was bigger than I had anticpated. So I called for backup. A hammer. Yes. A hammer. With a hammer all things are possible. And so they were. With one quick swing of the metal I like to refer to as Blue Steel, I freed some innocent nails from the bondage of the Wrothful wood, and instantaneously developed the status of, "Coolandprettydarnghettofabulous Hero." I was on top of the world. I was. With my trusty ladder-holder sidekick, Bubba, I had it made. I took out those evil doers like I bowl. And, let me tell ya, I'm a pretty swell bowler. Strike. Strike. Strike. (Oh, wait. That's me in softball). Gun in hand, water running through cold, smooth steel of the nozzle, I defeated the bad and made the world a better place for the good.
You can thank me later.
El Fin.
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