07-10-2023, 12:47 PM
Four men sat around a table playing poker. First was John a tall strong farm boy with short curly blond hair. At his left sat George, a tall slightly overweight man with short cut straight dark brown hair. At his left was Jerry, a tall slender man with short light brown almost blond hair. At at his left was Peter a tall slender bespectacled man with short curly brown hair. Peter groaned as he lay down his cards. He got up and pulled off his pants, leaving him wearing only a pair of white briefs and his glasses. As Peter threw his pants onto the sofa at the side of the room, George and John threw their shirts onto the sofa.
"You had better be careful there, Pete, pretty soon all you'll have left is your glasses." said George as he sat back down.
Peter sat back down at his chair and huffed. This was the moment he had waited on all night. He and Jerry had lost his shirt earlier in the night, now all four men were shirtless. What the other three men did not know was that the backs of their chairs were covered with a heavy woven kevlar bag, and under the table were arranged four 410 caliber pistols. Peter had bought the pistols because of the reputation as "belly guns" designed to be fired point blank range into a person's belly to do the most damage. Peter also was not wearing his usual glasses, the ear piece contained a control, while the left eye showed the display of tiny cameras attached to the barrels of the guns. As he took his cards in his left hand he used his right hand to adjust the aim of the guns. He got the first on just above the swirly outie navel of Jerry, then he maneuvered the second one above John's shallow round navel, the third one he set directly on the deep vertical slit that was George's belly button, finally he moved the final camera to focus on his own deep round navel. Pete took a slow deep breath, then pressed a button on the table. KA-BLAM. All four men rocked back in their seats.
"What happened?" gasped George as he began to fall forward.
He lay his head down on the table and blood poured out of his mouth as his eyes crossed. John lay his head back over the back of his chair and blood ran from both corners of his mouth. Jerry sat back in the chair and his head sagged over to the side as blood ran from the corner of his mouth. Peter bounced off the back of the chair and flopped forward onto the table. His glasses slid to the middle of the table as blood poured out of his mouth and his eyes rolled upward. All four men had huge holes blown through their bellies and he kevlar bags on the chairs had served their purpose in catching their guts and the bullets as they came out of their backs. Peter's death trap had worked perfectly, they all died before they even knew what had happened to them.
"You had better be careful there, Pete, pretty soon all you'll have left is your glasses." said George as he sat back down.
Peter sat back down at his chair and huffed. This was the moment he had waited on all night. He and Jerry had lost his shirt earlier in the night, now all four men were shirtless. What the other three men did not know was that the backs of their chairs were covered with a heavy woven kevlar bag, and under the table were arranged four 410 caliber pistols. Peter had bought the pistols because of the reputation as "belly guns" designed to be fired point blank range into a person's belly to do the most damage. Peter also was not wearing his usual glasses, the ear piece contained a control, while the left eye showed the display of tiny cameras attached to the barrels of the guns. As he took his cards in his left hand he used his right hand to adjust the aim of the guns. He got the first on just above the swirly outie navel of Jerry, then he maneuvered the second one above John's shallow round navel, the third one he set directly on the deep vertical slit that was George's belly button, finally he moved the final camera to focus on his own deep round navel. Pete took a slow deep breath, then pressed a button on the table. KA-BLAM. All four men rocked back in their seats.
"What happened?" gasped George as he began to fall forward.
He lay his head down on the table and blood poured out of his mouth as his eyes crossed. John lay his head back over the back of his chair and blood ran from both corners of his mouth. Jerry sat back in the chair and his head sagged over to the side as blood ran from the corner of his mouth. Peter bounced off the back of the chair and flopped forward onto the table. His glasses slid to the middle of the table as blood poured out of his mouth and his eyes rolled upward. All four men had huge holes blown through their bellies and he kevlar bags on the chairs had served their purpose in catching their guts and the bullets as they came out of their backs. Peter's death trap had worked perfectly, they all died before they even knew what had happened to them.