PULP FACTORY Sequence 1 Ka-Boom
by Chad P. Skabo
(Naples, Florida U.S.)
From hidden camera's viewpoint, it spectates on Griggs performance on constructing an explosive device. Mixing chemicals over a stove, fusing IED types along with small portions of C4.
Griggs- Muttering to himself "This goes right here and a little more of this. Nah, thats a bit much."
Feeling a tingle of ecstasy, Griggs suddenly has to use the bathroom
Griggs- continuously muttering "ah gotta piss, gotta piss, gotta be quick" leaving all the devices in the midst of fusing but, not being watched seems not to be the best idea anyhow
Camera views from a different perspective
moments later and feeling like a new man, our friend Griggs walks into the room discovering that the stove begins to exert a high pitched noise like that of a tea pot heating up. Being alert, he trys to adjust the setting but, fails
Griggs- "fuck, fuck, FUCK!" deliberately taking steps back from the epicenter of an angry bomb.
The first explosion not so big, sends him stumbling against the walls clumsily knocking over objects trying to regain his balance.
Tossing him into another realm of extreme pain and total shock, flying across the scenery like a flailing ragdoll.
A momentary power failure from the shock causes the camera to shut down briefly. Static begins to clear up, uncovering the chaos and damage Griggs has made. 15 seconds later, Griggs stands up staggering recklessly from the complete opposite side of the room.
Griggs- "Oh god that hurt, that really hurt." checking himself only finding that he has minor injuries.
Griggs- Groans in pain and disapointment Awwhh my fucking back, Jesus Christ on a cross, that hurt!"
He suddenly receives a call from one of his buddies
Jet-"Hey bud hows the progress going?"
Griggs- "Great, fucking great! Just a couple of spills here and there but no problem!" Angrily glancing at the miniature crater of destruction he's made.
Jet- "ar'right man sounds good. Anyways I'm about to stop at Burger King. Need anything?"
Griggs- "Uhh, get me two number 12s and a number 7, large fucking Coke! Just worked up a sweat!"
Jet- "yeah-uhh ok bud. Be there in a few."
Griggs hangs up, throws himself into a tattered couch and kicks back nonchalant, lighting a cigar.
Griggs- "Ohh I can smell those whoppers already." Muttering to himself once again, wiping the sweat, blood and dust off his face.