The 38th Potluck Brother's Podcast

And there we were... full from our Sloppy Joes... and french fries... decided to sit down and do another show.

Before we knew it, Kaps comes on and starts calling us all "Wankers" 'n shit.  Which Pat completely took on as his own and will now start calling everyone Wankers, no matter who it is... "Hello, Wanker!"  And then Mike got dicked by a bag of dicks... LIVE on YouTube... 

And then we gave Eddie Van Halen an Honorary Soundbytes Trivia Salute... Listen in to see who Wins... in this epic battle between Kaps vs. Pat & Mike.  There was a Random "Do You Know" as well as many conversations about everything.  So, "There it is!"  Check it out and listen for yourselves... And make sure to tune in Next Wednesday at 7ish for more craziness.  Get naked & Laugh... It's good for the soul.

 

..And now back to our regularly scheduled program.

 

 

...His eyes opened again, with the sounds of passing traffic... he looks out the window his head was resting on.  Only to realize that he was now on a bus...  Traveling to 'who knows where', with Sylvia now by his side.    Although, he might not admit to it, he did feel safer with her there.  Not because she's a straight-up bad ass, in any bar room fight.  Not that she's absolutely a minx in the sack... But because she puts up with his endless line of bullshit and  ...and listens to him when he makes up stories to find hidden scrolls to make their 'pseudo-trip' to Belize a fun one.   She had no idea that he was the one who actually pursued her, not the other way around. She had no idea that he was the one sent to kill her.   

But he didn't.  Her wild adventures and stories mad him feel human again.  Not the killing machine the government made him out to be.   Did he... could have he... fallen for this crazy red head...?  No.  He just needed to get away.  Far away.... And well, if he can take her along for the ride... so be it.

"Oh good!  You're awake."  She said as she pulled off her bluetooth headphones.  "You're never going to believe this." She continued.   "While you were passed out, someone came into the house!"  She exclaimed.  "You said that it wasn't your place..."  she stammered.  "..And now I actually believe you!"  "You were passed out... so I just covered you the best I could, so that no one would actually see you..." She paused. " Well, unless they actually sat on you."

Gerald feeling a little nervous... Not just because he keeps passing out, from exhaustion... but because he didn't realize that whoever actually lived there... CAME BACK!   

"So... what happened?" Gerald said inquisitively. 

"O.M.G...!" Sylvia said, enunciating each letter. "There were two of them.  Both definitely had hand guns. I could tell by the shoulder holsters through their jackets."  Gerald's started to feel the anxiety waver through his chest, as she continued.   "Since you were covered, I was able to duck behind the bed before they came into the room.  Talking like they found something in the basement.  Then they started talking about YOU!"   That was it, Gerald thought.  She now knows everything.  How he faked both of their deaths.  How he passed himself off as Monty Chesters, to get access to the Channel Codes, which led him half way around the world in search for the hidden treasure.  He knew she knew... But she kept talking like she didn't.   

"They said that you escaped.  Got out... What did they mean?"  She questioned.   He knew the gig was up.  As soon as he told her the truth, nothing would be forgiven.  She would make a scene. Start screaming again... and his head still was throbbing from the beating he took... only days before.

"I use to work with them." Gerald said sheepishly.  "Work?..." Sylvia thought out loud.  "Did you use to wear a gun too?"  She said jokingly.   "A long time ago..."  he said, as if trying to reminiscence of better times... but weren't.  "I use to be just like them."   "...Like them, how?" she said, trying to take in some whole new world she expected to hear after he woke up from his 3-day beatdown.  

"I...."

He felt it coming on... like a weight being lifted from his chest.

"I..."  He thought long and hard about it...

Sylvia's eyes glowed... showing that she was waiting in anticipation.  Waiting to hear something... anything, as to why she traveled 300 miles, chasing whom she believed to be the love of her life.

"I..."  (pause)

"I.... use to have a podcast..."