"Where is he? Where is he? Where's that little punk, who fucked up everything, and destroyed my beautiful, precious, gas truck?" the gas truck driver, clothes smouldering, said, rushing into the front lobby, as fast as he could limp, which wasn't very fast.

The gas truck drivers face, and ears, half-covered in soot, with some charred parts in between, turned to see, out of one eye, the one eye still working, J.J., with a big grin on his face, rushing off into the distance.

"Hi," said J.J., looking over his shoulder at the truck driver. "What a neat costume. Bye, now! Got to go! I'm an EMT in training! Bye, and always remember, have fun, no matter what you do," J.J. said picking up his pace , trying to catch up with the fast, clean living, cast members, greg, and cinde.

"Hurry the heck up," cast member, greg, demanded of his crew, while rushing ahead, down the hallway.

"HURRY UP, J.J.," cinde yelled, waving for J.J. to hurry up. "MY, DEAREST MOST SACRED , LOVE!"

The smoke rising from the smouldering gas truck driver wafted to the ceiling, and set off the smoke detector. The wailing alarm went unheard, by the crispy truck driver, as the indoor mini-rainstorm cleared the smoke out of the air, and put the still burning areas of the truck driver's scalp, out.

The, now, dripping wet, gas truck driver watched cast member, greg waving for cinde to hurry up. Meanwhile, cinde was waving for her boyfriend to be, her most dearest, dearest, sweetest, sweetest, J.J., to catch up. Of course, J.J. was just grinning, skipping backwards happily, and waving bye, bye to the gas truck driver.

The gas truck driver crumbled to his knees, crying... his head in his hands. He sobbed a little, then raised his head high, and gazed towards the heavens.

With his arms outstretched, toward the unknown, the broken gas truck driver asked, "Oh, my Lord, why? ...sniff, sniff... Why, do you test me this way," the man, for the first time in a while, preyed to god.

The gas truck driver, being a t.v. watcher, could find no answer. He turned his head downward, realizing he was alone. His face twisted up in emotional pain. The truck driver's eyes focused, and he aimed with his eyes, all his hate toward the fleeing human he saw. The fleeing human, who was tripping into a garbage can at the moment, that's right... J.J.

"I will catch you, don't you worry. I will catch you," said the gas truck driver. "I will grab you. That's right, i will grab you, and then i will tie you up. Yes. Then i will wipe that silly little grin off your face. Do you understand me? I will make it disappear from your face, and go far, far away," the gas truck driver said.

"And then you know what i am going to do?" The gas truck driver asked J.J., who was fleeing into the distance, and, of course, couldn't hear the gas truck driver's question.

"I will make you, personally, fill out each, and every insurance form that needs to be filled out, so i can fix my once-beautiful gas truck, and hopefully join the american job market again."

"My beautiful gas truck that you destroyed," the gas truck driver said, then he picked himself up, and, hatefully... smoulderingly... whimperingly...sobbingly... limped, after J.J.

Your pal,
Ed

P.S. Next? Why, you are in for a treat with: Chapter 7, Trouble is Brewing. The next exciting installment in the saga, "J.J. SAVES DISNEYLAND!!!"