Jim was twenty feet back with every strand of hair on his head
burned off. Other then that he was miraculously okay.
The rest were helping him to his feet as they were looking up to see
the barbeque flying every upward.
Az, pulls up infront of the house in his 86 montycarlo SS and looks
at the barbeque flying into the air, the fur on the back of his neck
stands up as he runs around the back of the house with the industrial
medical kit that Jim had suggested over his shoulder.
"Good gods what happened here?"
Azurhan
Received on Fri Apr 12 2002 - 12:45:39 CDT