Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- I couldn't find the right key to start the silver Mercedes. But I made a cool discovery: If you jab about six inches of bear claw into the key slot, it'll work!
- I flattened the driver's seat. I jammed one big foot down on the accelerator, and I was off!
- Vrrrrooom!
- It was just what I thought: The basement level was one big, huge testing facility. It was like a warehouse, kind of. A cement floor with broad aisles, with clusters of machinery to the left and the right. The basement level extended much farther in every direction than the upper levels had.
- Some of the tests seemed to be automated. Machines were busily carrying them out without human supervision. Or at least there were no humans around that I could see.
- Then again, your average cowardly human would tend to run away if he saw a grizzly bear driving a convertible toward him. I wouldn't run away, of course, but then I'm not exactly average.
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment
