“I don't really care how you got me
up here on the girders, but you're gonna have to work harder to scare
me.” His vision cleared. He saw a tall figure in blue coveralls and
a welders mask in front of him holding something in his hands.
“Whatcha got there? That a riveting gun?”
The only response was a crackling in
his ear, then a voice. “Good morning.” The figure aimed the rivet
gun, bam! “Damn it! My knee! What are you, crazy/”
A crackle, “Put your hands against
the beam.”
Bam!
“My Hands!”
“Good bye.”
Bam!
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