The story began a few weeks back. Snook made a challenge and well me being me. I have to put those kinds of things down before they foothold on the blockchain.

If not, before we know it, the place is going to be filled with contest challenges and things to do. There won't be a moment left to be lazy with. Stand up for equal rights for laziness.

Snook's challenge
Challenge.

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Part 2.
Part 3.
part 4.

Pulling in to what seemed like an abandoned service station. Lights suddenly came on and an attendant was there. "Come on, we better be fast." Go through that door and wait by the raiminal." Before anything was said Cillian and gone from sight.

Entering through the door Sir saw several like bowling lanes. Each with a line of people and different coloured lights flashing on and off as people moved forward. He moved toward the crowd and stopped when he cane to a have your ticket ready sign. Looking around to see where to buy tickets. Sir seen Cillian making his way. dragging a chest three times his size.

Contd.

Before he could ask the thousand questions he had forming in his head. Cillian instructed him to grab the chest. And he wold get the other end. Sir took hold of the chest turned and began to pull. Talking away to himself about what was going on. Because Cillian had no interest in listening.

Cillian told Sir to go to the violet lane. "This one is on the pixie's. So we are going 1st class." Like a horse with his reigns pulled. Sir changed course and went to the violet lane.

Reaching the violet lane, Sir turn to see Cillian lagging behind. Cillian wasn't struggling at all, the trunk was on wheels. Ushering Sir to move forward with a wave.

"Code word?" Sir was stopped by a hand on the chest. "Over to the yellow lane if you have no code."

Looking to Cillian for help. Cillian said "Pixies" and nudged him on through.

Sir. Pixies, that's the code word? Pixies?

Cillian. What else would ye expect to be for a Pixie bow? Hold on to that chest laddy. That's the only thing will stop you getting shredded to pieces.

Sir. Huh? Wha? Shredded? You why don't you have a chest?

Cillian. I am not a human now am I? Hold on there. This'll just take a jiffy and a twist.

Colour filled Sir's vision, what started out looking red and then somehow blue orange then violet. Sir felt a sharp tug under his arm pits. The colours faded and he was unable to move.

Sir was caught up on a branch and Cillian was rolling around in the grass laughing. Unable to say why, because of the laughter.

Any other spot and Sit would have landed in a cow pie. Not a baked one. Cillian stood on the chest and got Sir down from the branch. "Let's stash this so it's safe." "We will need a stick a stone and a feather." Cillian went off to find the items and returned promptly with all three.

Sir. Are you going to do a magic thing with them and make the chest vanish? POOF!

Cillian. What is the sweet name a.. The stick that's the marker. Tells us the vicinity of the chest. On which side the feather is tell the direction to go.

Sir. And the rock will be the location?

Cillian. No. The rock is to hammer the stick into the ground. I must have landed harder on your head than I thought.

Looking around and seeing nothing familiar. About to ask where they were. Sir turned to see Cillian hop skip jumping away down the road. Heading toward what looked like a village. Sir put his legs to use and began to run after Cillian.

Both walked into the village at the same time. Two corners up Cillian stopped and said "This is a place."

Sir. This is where we are meant to go?

Cillian. ha, I have no clue where we are supposed to be. This is a place to stop and grab pint or two though. Murphy's Bar a taste of Ireland in there for sure to be sure.

Cillian went to the bar and ordered two pints of the good stuff and 2 shots from a Jamie bottle please. Erm. Better make that one pint and a half pint there for the dimwit. Cillian necked back the two shots and brought the Pint and a half to the table where Sir was sitting.

Sir questioned Cillian on why he was there what he was supposed to do what the quest was. Only at each question to be given an answer that made no sense at all. Finishing off his pint Cillian said to Sir, "Are you going to drink that?" One sip was gone from Sir's half pint. Reaching over not waiting for a reply. Cillian said, "let me help ye with that, ye don't wanna be leaving Guinness in a glass to long it will go bitter. C'mon let's be off.