Date: Mon, 15 May 1995 07:38:31 -0700
Title: Badass robber

He was unable to speak.  His throat felt like it was being
clogged and with each breath his panic grew slightly.  He
motioned to the 5 people in Bikers to move to one side, away
from the cash register,  and all but one did so.  He took a
step toward her and raised the shotgun to club her away but
once again his throat tightened and he suddenly realized
something  was permitting him to breath out but not in,
as if his uvula had suddenly become a check-valve.

uvu.la \'yu_:-vy*-l*\ n, pl -las or -lae \-.le_-\ : the fleshy lobe
  hanging at the back of the palate
  -- uvu.lar \-l*r\ adj.

"Turn around and leave and you will be able to breath," Sis
said calmly and quietly.

"Gghhaarrreeemmmmmunnnie! Now!" and he poked the gun
into her stomach.  He wondered how long he could last without
air.

Jake attempted to intercede,
"Hey, you want the cash, take it!  Come on, man, back off.
Sis, godammmmit - get outta the way.  There ain't that much
in ...,"
but he didn't finish his sentence.  The gunman suddenly
grasped his throat with one hand and was trying to clear his
mouth with the other...
The shotgun was in Sis' hand aimed at the relieved
and now able to breath 'gunman'.

"Stay there badass!  Call 'em, Jake - before I blow this dumb
shit's head off."

Badass sat on the stainless steel floor heavily and took another
deep breath.   "Hey man, do ya hafta calla cops, man?"


Monday. Another beginning of another wondrous week.
stay dry!!

d.





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