Matrix 13 - Going to visit Mr. R.

Last time, Mr. Adamson went to visit Auntie Oracle, father architech, and richie to tell them about Mr. R.

Mr. Adamson has been sent by Auntie oracle to hire a car to drive auntie oracle, father architech, and Richie to the hospital.

Upon arrival outside auntie Oracles house the team spot that Mr. Adamson has brought a lime green reliant robin, Richie and father architech start laughing. Meanwhile auntie oacle says:
"Oh thats a lovely little thing." Richie and father architech laugh even harder.

After about 10 minutes they both calm down. They all get in the car. The car tips to one side.

"Damn, Shit, Fuck" Shouts Mr. Adamson
"Are you alright Mr. Adamson?" Asks father architech.
"Yeah I said, don't worry I have a plan." replied Mr. Adamson as puzzled looks appear on everyone elses faces. Whilst a more shocked look is on auntie oracles face as if someone has just shit in her handbag.

Mr. Adamson gets out of the car and opens the boot, gets something out closes the boot walks round the front. He the procedes to place two shopping trolly wheels on the car. He then gets back in.

"That should do the trick. BASTERD!" says Mr. Adamson. Puzzled once again father architech challanges Mr. Adamson on his launguague.
"Whats the matter now?" Asks father architech.
"You what?" asks Mr. Adamson.

"That shouting of basterd" replies father Architech
"Who me?" Asks Mr. Adamson
"Who else?" replies father architech.

"No I didn't, Perhaps theres something wrong with me? TWAT!"
"Now your speaking of 'the war against terror'. Your not going to be welcome in the hospital at this rate." Says Father Architeech.

"That reminds me, I was banned from the hospital while ago. So I can't come in. TURD."

Auntie Oracle had a priceless look upon her face. Mouth wide open, and eyes that look like if she opened them any further the eyes would just drop out. She didn't approve of Mr. Adamson's new found problem. But she was so shocked that she couldn't speak, she just sat there mouth wide open.

They then drive off in a five wheel reliant robin. About 20 minutes later the gang arrive outsie the hospital and they all get out, except Mr. Adamson.
"Aren't you coming Mr. Adamson?" Asked auntie oracle, who had only just got back her ability to speak again.
"Are you deaf? I said before that I was banned from going in the hospital because of my swearing." answers a cheesed off Mr. Adamson.
"Pardon??" replies Auntie oracle, who didn't hear Mr. Adamsons explanation.
"Stupid, fucky bitch." Mr. Adamson mutters under his beath.
"I heared that!" says Auntie oracle.
"I'm sorry. SHIT. I can't come in to visit Mr. R. FUCK" Auntie oracle Richie and father architech then leave Mr. Adamson in the car.

Mr. Adamson parks the car, and then goes for a long walk(Off a short pier). While walking he starts to feel odd. His vision blurs, balance goes, his speach is slurred, and his sound is in slow motion. Mr. Adamson is now wondering round like he is drunk, walking into park benches. Suddenly he stumbles into a dark forest, still dizzy Mr. Adamson sits down on the side of the path. Suddenly a cloud of white smoke appears near Mr. Adamson. Thinking that he's now seeing things again, Mr. Adamson ignores it a looks at the floor to try and make himself feel better. Suddenly agent M. appears where the cloud of smoke was.

"So Mr. Adamson you thought that I would just go away? Well I didn't, I'm back, and I made you like this." Says agent M. more aggressive than ever.
"Whaa?? Who's there? Basterd" asks Mr. Adamson
"So you don't recognise me, do you Mr. Adamson? It's me, agent m."

"Raging pen? Crap" asks Mr. Adamson, slurring his words.
"No you Arse wipe! Agent M!" demands agent m.
"Agent M.?"
"I think you've got it! useless fuckwit"

"Well thats not very nice. Idiot!"
"How dare you? you cunt!" shouts agent m.
"yoooow, knooowwww, sumfin sud beeee doone abooout yr langwith" says Mr. Adamson, slowly getting worse.
"I can't understand a word that your saying now, I'll hve to fix that."

Agent m. dissapears behind a cloud of smoke. Mr. Adamson slowly gets better, as he starts to regain control of his balance, and lifts his head up. Agent m. then reapears.

"So Mr. Adamson, are you ready to fight?" asks agent m.
"Not really, because, quite frankly I'd rather stick a fork in my eye." says Mr. Adamson.

Mr. Adamson's phone starts to ring.
"Hello, oh Richie it's you, I thought it was going to be someone that was poor, How wrong was I? You've finished in the hospital. Have you got a pickup truck? No, Put it on the list then." Mr. Adamson then hangs up and puts the phone away.
"I've got to go now agent m., see you soon. Bye"

Mr. Adamson then runs off leaving agent m. angry, as usual.

The next chapter of the Mr. Adamson Adventures is out, Why not read chapter 14?