Andersen screamed and steered Wheelie up at the last moment, avoiding impact. Wheelie roared, flapped his wings frantically, and Andersen fell off.
“Darn . . .”
Verona caught him and held him under the armpits.
“See, boss? I won’t let you fall.”
But they were falling. Verona’s propeller couldn’t support both of them.
“You i***t! We’re falling!”
“Sorry, boss . . .”
Andersen reached up, grabbed Verona’s propeller and put it on his head. He kicked her away and she plummeted, screaming and crying the whole way down.
“Completely useless,” Andersen said, landing on Wheelie. He threw the propeller away. “It’s so hard to find good help anymore. I’ll have to get rid of you myself.”
~ Continue.
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