I was working with afew other geeks in a sectioned out large gym. We were sitting at a table playing with the controls to a hi-tech helecopter, trying to land it in a government zone. Each time we tried, a “mini granny” as I called it fired rockets when we got too close. It was basically a black limosine that acted like Herzog Zwei “granny”‘s.
In multiple attempts to land, we managed to piss off the government, some schools, and the post office. People worried about the first two the most, until one of us mentioned the only one worth worrying about was the post, saying we’ve obviously never been on their bad side before. Just as he said that, the power went out, and I followed him through moonlight to the front of the gym and helped to open the area up to allow more moonlight in.
I started opening windowshades, and my hand hit something squishy. A huge pile of tiger crap. It wasn’t smelly, but it was crap. I felt a small cat claw my leg playfully as I walked around other places, and adjusted my shoe which ended up having more crap in it.
The other guy started taking down the multiple sections of the gym, so that it would be one open area. I thought of what I’d do if a llama or some other long-necked animal would do if it pulled me head first into a pile oc crap, and i couldn’t breathe.