The fog is surrounding the car as we are driving toward the isolated house. Through the passenger window I can hardly see the foot of the hill. W's driving as fast as he can but the weather's not helping. We get to the house, I start running toward the door. I want to warn him but it's too late. They're already there, dragging him behind the house. He's trying to resist but they're too strong for him. W goes to his rescue and start fighting them but they outnumber him. He falls on the ground, punches and kicks rain on him. I need to do something but I feel helpless. I see some rocks at middle distance. I slowly go closer, making sure nobody can see me and hide behind them. I grab some stones spread around me and start to throw them. I hit a guy on the head so strongly that he falls down. I quickly grab another one and aim at another attacker. I miss him the first time but the second one is a win. I get the last two guys and run toward W to get him out of here.
-"OMG are you ok ??" I'm breathless
-"What took you so long?" he screams. That's only then that I see his face is covered with a dark green paste
-"What happened?"
-"They pooed on me!" he shouts while wiping the stool off his face. (1)
Clearly these guys had eaten too much grass I think, but don't say a word. We pick up the man and the three of us head back to the car and drive away. Mission accomplished.
(1) I would like to apologies AGAIN to my friend for dreaming that somebody was pooing on his face. He wasn't happy about it. I'm very very sorry. How funny though!
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