UTØPIA | TomTord |

The Rise Of Larsson III

But it scared the families.

One last helicopter flies down.

And there he was...

Red Leader.

Tord walked out of the helicopter and lit his stupid cigar.

Red Soldiers with tubs of gasoline pour gasoline around the motel, it was quite obvious what was going to happen.

Tord looked around the crowd for a moment then saw me.

His face lit up and he smiled.

He walked towards me as everyone else walked into the helicopters.

"Tom!" Tord exclaimed happily.

"Why are you here?" I asked with a smug attitude.

"Well, one of my troops may or may not have seen you, Matt, and Edd leaving, and we couldn't just have you leave, not yet," Tord explained.

"You followed us?!" I asked angrily.

"Pretty much," Tord said.

"Why?!" I asked.

"Well... I couldn't let you leave. I need you," Tord claimed,

"You need... Me?" I asked as I wasn't sure if I heard him right.

"Yes! You!" Tord exclaimed.

"C'mon, I've seen what you can do with a harpoon gun, just look at my arm!"

"Okay, and?" I asked.

Tord's smile faded and he asked, "Remember when I asked if you would join the Red Army if I asked you to?"

"Yeah," I answered.

"Well, this is my asking politely, will you join the Red Army as my bodyguard?" Tord asked.

I burst out laughing.

"No!" I laughed.

"Are you fucking crazy?" I asked in between laughter.

"Okay then, let me try my approach again," Tord said.

"I will send Edd and Matt to an execution camp and flay them, then I will personally cut up the leftover skin and put it inside a soup, which you will eat slowly throughout the course of nineteen days if you do not join the army," Tord explained.

There was a brief moment of silence...

"You're insane..." I said.

"No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. NO DAMN IT! I'm the only sane one here," Tord claimed.

"So, are you going to join or what?" Tord asked.

"I guess I have no other choice, huh?" I asked.

"Well, if you wanna eat Edd and Matt then go ahead but, I'm sure you don't want to do that," Tord said.

"Fine, I'll join, but don't think I'm going to take it seriously," I said.

"Oh, you will. I promise," Tord said.

"So how do you get back to wherever you guys stay?" I asked.

"Well, the helicopters are full of people, so we'll just take the car," Tord said.

"What car?" I asked.

"The one you, Matt, and Edd came in," Tord said.

"You don't have the keys?" I asked.

Tord pulled out the keys to Edd's car and shook it in front of my face.

"How'd you even get that?!" I exclaimed.

"One of my troops grabbed them when they infiltrated Edd's room," Tord explained.

I scoffed and mumbled, "You stupid Norwegian."

"What was that?" Tord asked.

I wasn't scared, I repeated what I said, "I said, 'you stupid Norwegian', I wish you just stayed and Norway and didn't know how to speak English, so nobody could understand you!" I shouted.

"Well then maybe you shouldn't have taught English, huh?" Tord asked.

"Faen deg, du dum tispe," I said.

"Faen deg også," Tord responded.

Tord and I headed to Edd's car as the helicopters took off.

"Will Edd and Matt be fine?" I asked.

"They'll be okay," Tord reassured me.

"Get comfortable, we're heading back to London," Tord said.

I once again look out the window and watch the stars light up the sky.

The stars are nice.

Unlike Tord.

He'a not a starboy.

He's rude.
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