LPI Leavenworth

[Zapp]

Apparently the Navy lads had decided to empty the tank and drive it to Fort Bush on fumes, so that when they went to start it up and moor it, they had to drag it in. Hundreds of Patriots were attached by lines to the newly-christened Rusty Donut, engines straining as the cockpits strained to contain their obtuse pilots. On the command deck of the Rusty Donut, Matt stood with in bondage gear and with a whip, cracking it over the speakers.

Move faster, ya tubs o lard!

John stood behind Matt, looking at him as if he had never seen the man before. OK, when did you change costume, and why?

Matt spun around as if he had thought he had the bridge to himself which he hadnt and barked a laugh.

Oi, dis be fer dramatic affect!

Imperceptibly at first, the large beast of a ship inched forward. Soon it aligned with Fort Bushs main moor and was connected by an umbilical. Matt and crew went to meet the boarders, and got there right as the door slid open. First through were a few round LPI officers, two-by-fours and hammers in their chubby arms. Matt immediately barked at them that those were not what they needed to fix the ship up they forgot the nails!

They apologized while tripping over themselves in a haste to get to the hardware store back on Fort Bush. Next in was a clown a Mr. Floppy Pants, by the name tag. After viewing his juggling skills, Matt let him pass. Next was the bearded lady, which passed without contest. A giant bear, a shifty-looking man that resembled a human gerbil and was probably a drug dealer, two-dozen midgets of undetermined gender, a seven-foot tall woman that was pure muscle, a pair of mustachioed twins that had on red-and-white vertical-striped pants, shirts, and hats, and any number of other miscreants passed in a flood of people. It almost seemed that Fort Bush had spat up every freak it had ever held.

All the while, John had developed this nasty twitch. Tom Jonas poked him, and he almost fell over stiff as a board.