I was in a truck only once.
Just once in my short life...
It was quite an old truck and I was squished in the middle between some of my parents' friends' children of whom I wasn't particularly fond. Then a large green spider descended from the ceiling, causing the children to flee for their lives and leaving me to battle the spider alone.
It was a long and harsh battle, and I sustained many venomous green spider wounds, but with a quick slash of my Claymore it went down, leaving a trail of gold coins behind it. I then bought a pistachio ice cream with the spider money.
I don't remember what happened after that because although I was immune to the venomous wounds the green spider had caused, the ice cream had been left in the sun too long. That wasn't a problem either, as it just melted, but the long time I had spent in the truck was too much. I just couldn't get my brain round the thought of actually being inside a truck, and as my neurons stuggled, the power of the truck gave one last final smack at my mental stability and I promptly fell to the ground as if shot. However, I wasn't dead, only resting.
I then regained my strength and the next day I was ready to battle more of those venomous green spiders.
This was my truck experience.
It was quite an old truck and I was squished in the middle between some of my parents' friends' children of whom I wasn't particularly fond. Then a large green spider descended from the ceiling, causing the children to flee for their lives and leaving me to battle the spider alone.
It was a long and harsh battle, and I sustained many venomous green spider wounds, but with a quick slash of my Claymore it went down, leaving a trail of gold coins behind it. I then bought a pistachio ice cream with the spider money.
I don't remember what happened after that because although I was immune to the venomous wounds the green spider had caused, the ice cream had been left in the sun too long. That wasn't a problem either, as it just melted, but the long time I had spent in the truck was too much. I just couldn't get my brain round the thought of actually being inside a truck, and as my neurons stuggled, the power of the truck gave one last final smack at my mental stability and I promptly fell to the ground as if shot. However, I wasn't dead, only resting.
I then regained my strength and the next day I was ready to battle more of those venomous green spiders.
This was my truck experience.