So there I was, right, packing your order, right? So I'm packing the rifle away and I think to myself, hey, I need some magazines for this order!
So I go to get the magazines off the wall, right, when suddenly I hear the worst sound in the world. I panic, right? You would too, if you heard this sound. An otherworldly groaning noise and the slapping of an angry maw, right? So I panic, I drop the magazines. I run back to my desk, right, and I grab the gun we keep ready for just such an occasion here in the online store office... a Stevens Favorite 30R17.
Everyone knows that single shot .17s are the most tactical and deadly weapons available, which is why we keep it at the ready, right? So I grab it just as the door begins to come down, right, the bashing and the howling. I see the magazines on the floor by the door but it's too late for them, right, so I just wait and then the door caves in, y'know?
So the door caves in and there it is: the legendary chupacabra. I'm standing face to face with the most devilish fiend of all time, the terror of the Sierra Nevada, the deadly goat-sucking demon. He's got gleaming teeth, hundreds of them, and a horrible grin and evil eyes. But I've got my single-shot .17, right, and bam, I let him have it. Right between the eyes, right? Just bam, perfect shot. I laid him right out, dropped him like a sack of hammers.
So I go to grab the magazines, right, to pack the order now that the horror is over, right? We have this problem, sometimes, on the west coast. If it's not sasquatch, it's chupacabra. But you know how it is, right? Media shows up, whole song and dance, three ring circus.
I ended up so tired from the ordeal that I fell asleep at my bench clutching the two magazines, y'know?
You understand how it is.
Cheers,
Dan
but I am glad you got the dreaded Chupacabra
