The Throwaways A Twitter Novel

Here are tonight's tweets...

Buddy felt he was the exception to that rule. He proved it, by out performing henchmen three times younger and stronger than him regularly.

When Buddy got the result back from his latest test and it read P.U.P. (PHYSICALLY UNABLE to PERFORM) you could have knocked him over with a paper fan.

"FUCK!" Buddy moaned. He read the results again.

"IT IS OUR RECOMMENDATION THAT EDWARD BUDDY RANGNOLI BE PUT ON THE PHYSICALLY UNABLE TO PERFORM LIST EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY. "

"HEY! RANGO." Came the call from outside the doorway. "ARE YOU COMING OLD MAN? THE ROLL CALL BUZZER JUST SOUNDED."

Standing in the doorway a tall kid, goofy looking, strong and very loyal. His name, Clancy Baker. Everyone called him The Mouth. He got the nickname, for a couple reasons. He never shut up and he could chew the head of a hammer off.

"I HEARD IT CLANCY. I'LL MEET YOU THERE." Buddy replied.

"OKAY!" Mouth didn't picking up on Buddy's irritation.

"I WAS TALKING TO HARDY AND HE SAID THAT FOREMAN WAS IN ONE OF HIS MOODS AND THAT..."

Buddy glared at his friend standing in the doorway. "CLANCY, I SAID I WOULD BE THERE!."

"YOUR FUNERAL." Mouth replied as he turned and left.