CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The manager of the auto dealership had just pulled up in his car to open for the day and was surprised to see Doctor Dave approach him with a gasoline can. "I'd like to take this car for a test drive," said Dave, mater of factily.
"But this is my car!" said the manager. "You're a little confused, son. We aren't even open yet!"
"Is that right?" said Dave. "Hmmm." Dave swung the large gasoline can into the manager's face, knocking him backwards against the car. Dave grabbed the manager by the lapel and threw him to the ground. "I'll be taking my test drive now."
Dave drove away and headed for the church. His church. The church he'd attended with his wife all through out her illness. She was convinced that if they prayed every day God would spare her. After all, they'd only been married for ten months, only known each other for two years. Surely God would give them more time together? He hadn't. She had died. Of AIDS. Dave didn't know what he was going to do when he got to the church but he knew he was going to die.
He was delighted to see a school bus outside the church. The nuns would be taking 30 or so school children on a trip today, he remembered. Dave smiled. His wife had had a miscarriage earlier in their short marriage. He poured gasoline all over himself and the inside of the car and accelerated towards the bus. It couldn't have gone better. The crash resulted in a massive fireball.
Doctor Dave, fourteen children, four nuns and the driver died in agony on the spot. Two children died later in hospital. Four more were crippled. Another nun had her legs amputated. Eight other children suffered severe burns. Three of the survivors killed themselves withing five years of the incident, having never recovered from the shock. A 93 year old nun who was outside the church suffered a massive stroke and died. A passerby was blinded. And the car dealership's manager's wife, who he had beaten that morning and locked in the trunk of his car as punishment for her talking to another man, also perished. It had been a good test drive for Doctor Dave.
"But this is my car!" said the manager. "You're a little confused, son. We aren't even open yet!"
"Is that right?" said Dave. "Hmmm." Dave swung the large gasoline can into the manager's face, knocking him backwards against the car. Dave grabbed the manager by the lapel and threw him to the ground. "I'll be taking my test drive now."
Dave drove away and headed for the church. His church. The church he'd attended with his wife all through out her illness. She was convinced that if they prayed every day God would spare her. After all, they'd only been married for ten months, only known each other for two years. Surely God would give them more time together? He hadn't. She had died. Of AIDS. Dave didn't know what he was going to do when he got to the church but he knew he was going to die.
He was delighted to see a school bus outside the church. The nuns would be taking 30 or so school children on a trip today, he remembered. Dave smiled. His wife had had a miscarriage earlier in their short marriage. He poured gasoline all over himself and the inside of the car and accelerated towards the bus. It couldn't have gone better. The crash resulted in a massive fireball.
Doctor Dave, fourteen children, four nuns and the driver died in agony on the spot. Two children died later in hospital. Four more were crippled. Another nun had her legs amputated. Eight other children suffered severe burns. Three of the survivors killed themselves withing five years of the incident, having never recovered from the shock. A 93 year old nun who was outside the church suffered a massive stroke and died. A passerby was blinded. And the car dealership's manager's wife, who he had beaten that morning and locked in the trunk of his car as punishment for her talking to another man, also perished. It had been a good test drive for Doctor Dave.
