Right!

Toilet!

There are no toilets in this story!

Right!

Toilet!

There are no toilets in this story!


Der Krimi - ADVENTURES OF GERMAN POLIZEI MÄNNER

Chapter 2: PRRGHT <PEEP>

The drycleaners, eeeuh, the site turned out to be an abandoned warehouse type of thing, the kind usually associated with criminals in B-movies (and just the kind of building suitable for a krimi of this calibre). All of the (now 5) men expected them to appear in one of the, ofcourse broken and nailed shut, windows saying something like "We've got your viance! Give us a helicopter, a speedboat and 20 million dollars and we'll kill her all the same!".

"OK! Spread out! Laurent from Interpol: you take the right. Franz, you cover the back and what's-his-name... eeeuh... Dereck... takes the rest... I'll stay back and eeeuh coordinate the operation." What's-his-name took the the rest and rest took what was left. Except for Gunter ofcourse, who took up the coordinating. Out of nowhere appeared a walki-talki and all the others now seemed to have one aswell! (See, just like in the movies!)

"Laurent! Laurent from Interpol! Come in? Are you in position?" PRRGHT
<PEEP>

<Silence>

"Am I supposed to speak now? Say OVER when you're done speaking! OVER"
PRRGHT <PEEP>
"OVER" PRRGHT <PEEP>
"Yes, I am! What next? OVER" PRRGHT <PEEP>
"Wait for my further instructions!"

<Silence>

"Am I supposed to speak now? Say OVER when you're done speaking! OVER"
PRRGHT <PEEP>

"OVER" PRRGHT <PEEP>
"Roger! OVER AND OUT"
..."Pffff, finally I got rid of ze guy! I thought he'd never learn!" thought Laurent from Interpol rather loud.

"What's-his-name... eeeeuh Dereck! Come in!" PRRGHT <PEEP>
"Hey Gunter you forgot to say OVER again!" yelled Laurent from Interpol through his Walki-Talki.
"Sorry, OVER! OVER"

"Receiving you loud and clear mann, know what I'm saying? Yeah, this Walki-Talki stuff is really cool! So receiving you hot on 53.45, looking steady, check out the phat babe at 10! OVA"

"What Babe? I don't like fat babies, they make heavy deliveries!"
"OVER, Gunter!!! OVER! OVER" (You guessed right, Interpol at work!)
"OVER OVER OVER!!!! You satisfied now??? OVER"
"Phat means... oooh neva mind, she's gone anyway! Seen sumtin yet? OVA"
"OVER! Eeeuh NO! Wait! I mean 'no!'"
"Hey ya'all, sorry for bopping in like thiz ya'known, but aaah, there's some movement ova here! OVA!"
"What kind of movement? OVER!"
"Like eeeuh... a slow left to right type of movement... walkin-like... OVA!"
"GGGR! WHO? WHAT? WHERE? HOW? DAMNIT! You're really pushing my patience here... OVER!"

"OK! Ok! No sweat maaaann! It's like this heavy... hey you! Please get your hand off this here walki talki thingy! But honey! I just...."

"HONEY?" said Gunter
"HONEY?" said Laurent from Interpol
"HONEY?" said Franz
"honey?" said Theo
"THEO? Where have you been throughout this story? OVER!" said Gunter.
"on the toilet......... over"

"Right! Toilet! There's no toilet in this story, go and make up another excuse! Dereck? What's with the honey stuff? OVER"

"Well, you see... There is this phat babe and..."
"PHAT BABE?"
"PHAT BABE?"
"SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU!" It was Gunter once more.
"yeah, shut up."
"You too Theo!"

At that moment someone appeared at those broken windows with planks nailed before them. He was shouting: "We've got your viance! Give us a helicopter, a speedboat and 20 million dollars and we'll kill her all the same!".

Wow, just like in the movies, was the collective thought of the polizei-manner.