Business in the Village

Justin slowly walked into the village. He straightened up nice and tall, and straightened his tie. He cleared his throat, and started off walking to the village fisherman.

nuka stayed behind not whating to smell like fish all day.

Justin returned slowly, leading the way of another blind man, who was haunched over, as if their back was curved. He had barely any teeth, and a grin on his face the size of the titanic. "Nuka, meet, Mr. Oliver. Oliver, meet Nuka." The elderly man held out his fishy stinky hand which was shrivled as if it had been in a pickle jar for too long.

nuka not nowing he placed out his head said a poltie "hello Mr. Oliver."

The old man shook it quickly, and turned to Justin. "So... Justin... We can get started right away." He grinned another toothless smile, and shook hands with Justin, rubbing the fishy smell onto him.

"eh?" nuka looked dumbfounded

"Eh, just follow me... You will understand soon enough." Mr. Oliver said, leading both people back through the village and to the water's edge. There was a tiny red boat... Enough room to fill three people, and a case of explosives. "Get in." He instructed, letting go of their hands, and feeling around for the boat.

nuka nugged justin in the rip hearing oliver try and find the boat.

"Hmm?" Justin asked, looking at Nuka.

nuka wispered pointing, "help him."

"No. Dont want to.. Not gonna do it.." Justin replied, crossing his arms. "Nope. Not gonna do it. Never. Nope. Notta."

nuka growled wispering in justins ear for him only to hear, "no fucking me for three weeks then."

"Fine, but Im not gonna help this guy again... He'll blow me up!" Justin replied, throwing his hands into the air.

"good boy," nuka pecked justin smiling.

Justin growled and walked to Mr.oliver. "Nuka wants me to help you to your boa-"
"I dont need any fucking help you fucking mother fucker!" Oliver glared at him, and Justin backed up slowly, hands in front of himself in defense. Oliver looked at nuka. "So you are the fucker who told this fucker to come over and fucking help me?"

"what of it jackass?" nuka growled out.

"Dont make me use this you fucker, now get in my fucking boat." Oliver stalked off to the boat, and hopped in, amazingly getting to it the first time. Justin grabbed Nuka's hand. "Just go with it..." he whispered in Nuka's ear.

nuka growled geting in with out justins help as he cussed in his mind.

Justin climbed in, and Oliver growled cussing to himself about letting rotten kids get on his boat. He rowed out to the middle of the lake. "Haul em in." Oliver ordered Justin. Justin grabbed a lightled, and opened the crate full of explosives. "This is going to be REAL fun." Justin mumbled to himself. He grabbed the smallest of the explosives and lit the fuse, making it spark, then tossing it into the water. Justin covered Nuka, and Oliver covered himself, yelling, "FIRE IN DER HOLE!" A few seconds later, the boat shook, and flames licked the water, which were quickly put out. Oliver sat up and grinned. "This is what fucking fishing is fucking all about!" Justin growled to himself as he sat up, staring at the dead fish that floated to the top of the water.

nuka clawed at justins middle hissing, "i going to kill you."

Oliver stared at Justin,, and Nuka. "So you are a bunch of gay fucking pansies huh?" Justin avoided his gaze. "HA! I knew you two were gay fucking faggot pansies." Oliver grinned. "Now. One of you two get me my fish." Justin stood, rocking the boat slightly. He jumped into the water, and gathered the fish.

nuka glared at oliver, clawing at the seat making indents.

Justin came back, hauling over three bundles of about 100 fish each.Oliver looked at Justin. "You used to be such a hardworking boy... A girl lover, now you are a fucking gay faggot with no skill." Oliver smirked. He looked at Nuka. "What? Mr. Faggot himself not liking what he hears? " Justin hauled the first two bundles aboard, and swam, dragging the other bundle. "All set mr oliver." Justin said, in a depressed tone.

nuka bit down on his lip, drawing blood and started to look in mr.olivers past whating to see why the hell he's like this.

I hate you... Justin thought at Mr. Oliver. Oliver looked at Justin. "WELL START PADDLING YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"
Justin whimpered slightly at Oliver's tone, but did as told. Oliver smiled. "Good boy." He used the same tone as Nuka, just older and more cracked.