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[John Galt]

Despite what you might think, the ride to the lake on his unicorn was largely uneventful. In general, when people - particularly 9 to 5'er frustrated commuters stuck in godawful fumey traffic with a head full of American Idol, workplace drama, too much bad coffee, and a penchant for surfing reddit at the office (liftsboxes comments on Not mine, but deserves to be seen) - see something completely unexpected, like a doctor dressed as Benjamin Franklin would be if Hawaiian shirts had been the rage back in 1774 riding a unicorn down the 93, they simply shut it out. "You didn't see that highly improbable thing," their shriveled brains tell them, "If you had then you'd have to face the fact that your life was dull and meaningless. Best to let it march on out of our consciousness altogether." Nothing remarkable at all happened, in fact, until Franklin exited the highway just outside of Laconia to grab a taco.

[Jo_Culprit]

As the smell of taco's started to permeate Franklin's vacinity the shroud of acid hallucination over Franklin's landscape clear.

It was at this moment when he realised that what he thought had been his trusty unicorn, had really been young nurse Callister's new Ducati.

There didn't seem to be much damage aside from vomit on one of the side mirrors that could only have gotten there when he thought he whispering words of lust into the mythical equines ears.

"Fuck", Franklin thought.

"Callister's going break my balls in half and staple them to my eyelids".

"I'll get her a 'I'm sorry dildo' next shift and a card with a picture of a unicorn with a sad face".

Nurse Callister would surely break his balls, but with any luck a rather incompacitating amount of acid had been slipped into her coffee as well.

"I wonder how I could unstaple balls from my eyelids", Franklin thought as he marched onwards to claim his taco.

[Bavarianchick]

Trying to recover from what he thought was a ride on his unicorn and taking the first bite of his taco, Franklin suddenly felt a slap on his butt. When he turned around, he couldn't believe his eyes. There she was - young nurse Callister on his unicorn, wearing nothing but a rainbow-coloured bikini, looking simply amazing. "Hop on" she said.

[Jo_Culprit]

The sun was starting to set on the awnings of Mr. Chongs Taco Take Away.

Franklin, lay unconsciousnes now. Wallet and phone stolen by the very attendents that sold him the taco he had craved so desperately not hours earlier and which had ultimately lead him to his current predicament. Franklin felt like a puddle fetted mud at the bottom of a well long past repair.

In another time or place this would've meant the end for Franklin, the end of selling oxygen to orphans, the end of removing kidney's from his patients as trophies.

Not on this night though, this night was different...but not special Franklin didn't believe in special.

Out of the dwindling light walked a woman who by all rights should have wanted Franklin's head.

Wearing a shirt that said...

[campy]

"Take my kidney, it's yours".

It was the woman of his dreams, or was it as there was a decidedly awkward bulge forming in the front of her hot pink glitter-spandex micromini.

She hovered over him with a look of concern in her penetrating amber eyes, the dwindling sunlight casting a subtle shadow on a fine dusting of rough stubble from her sharply angled chin.


He thought "my bucket list" and shook the haze of cheap tacos and cheaper acid from his mindless 9-5ver shriveled brain and gasped...

[dEadERest]

"Lieutenant Callahan?"
How long had it been? And how had he found his way here?

[campy]

and with that the temptress in the glittering miniskirt leaped on top of Dr Franklin, grinding the doctors head painfully into the asphalt.

"Quiet Motherfucker, you gots a death wish? Can't you see what's going on in dis here taco stand...we're being taken over by the Unicorn army brah"

[TeddyPicker]

"Good Lord," whispered Dr. Franklin softly, he knew this wasn't the acid.

"Quickly, to the back of the taco stand, follow my lead. The resistance is back there with enough ammo to send all these goddamn unicorn fucks back to Imaginationland."

Imaginationland, Dr. Franklin hadn't been there in a long time. Not since Tululah had lost-- no, he couldn't let his mind wander there now.

[dEadERest]

You know what? Fuck Tululah he thought. Or maybe mumbled, the homeless vets behind the Mr. Chongs all looked up at him. She'd lost her lunch on Imaginationland's "Frenzied Fuckwad" ride years ago, he can't let that cloud his mind.
He quickly gathered up a fresh magazine and a dusty Spectre M4 and steeled himself for a firefight.
I mean seriously, he thought, a loaded brat and three Shock Tops before that ride is insane.
Callahan's glistening shoulders were all the cover he'd need. This wasn't something the unicorns would have prepared for.

[campy]

He stepped out from behind the taco stand trembling slightly at the realization that he was out numbered 100 to one...."Oh shit" Callaghan turned on his heels and started to run.

And then he heard the leader of the unicorn army Commander Garrison

"Hey there, YOOO Hoooooo!! Where you going???? Don't go...we're just looking for the nearest Mickey D's, Dude, don't run off?"