It was pretty hot in the Desert. The sun was just rising. Anyway….so, when we last left our friend Graves he had just "borrowed" a Chopper from a couple Harley Davidson followers. Well, he was in this hot desert, the sun coming out from over the horizon behind him. He hadn't changed much since we last left off, except for now he had shoes. Not just any shoes! But cowboy boots!
Well, much to his delight, the desert had only one road to go on to get to good ol' California, which, by some sort of Geographical mistake in existence, was only miles ahead! Graves revved the engine on the chopper a couple times, the engine roaring to life a few times, and did a sort of wheelie move, then sped towards the great state.
Within hours an hour Graves was cruising through the streets of Hollywood. He looked rather awkward wearing a Hawaiian shirt and cowboy boots while riding a chopper through the city streets, well tough titty, he was Graves, hear him roar. Looking around, Graves suddenly brought the chopper screeching to a stop. Cars behind him all screeched to a halt as well, a few crashing sounds announcing the fender benders, which he had caused. A few people behind him began to scream, yell and curse as he moved the chopper over to a sidewalk, which just happened to be a fire lane.
"Excuse me, sir" a near by policeman shouted to Graves. "You can't park here. Sir? You can't park here, you can't park h-…"
Graves had completely ignored the cop, walking past him and waving him away. Graves entered a building through a revolving door, just above the door a large sign read, in big black letters "Closed for the day: Music Video Shooting" but Graves had no intention of staying outside. Inside, it appeared to be some sort of office building. Graves could hear noises coming from the second floor, that would be where the video was being shot. He quickly jogged over to and up the stairs.
At the top there were only two choices. A large set of black double doors, or a Corporate Maze. Graves stood there for a moment, sniffing the air. He jogged over to the double doors, kicking them open and stepping in.
Once inside, he saw all sorts of cameras and lights and other assortments of expensive equipment. In the middle of it wall, Britney Spears was dancing and singing on a desk. She was wearing gray pants and dress shoes, along with a white dress shirt with no sleeves that ended just above her midriff, she also had a black tie on. A large black man came up to Graves, tapping his shoulder. Turning, Graves saw that this man was twice his height and weight easily, not to mention he had a Browning High Power tucked in his belt.
"You can't be in her right now, mister, we're shooting a music video." The Man said. Graves raised one finger to his lips. "I'll be just one minute" he responded then turned, grabbing a light off the ground and sprinting towards the young pop star.
"This is for all the horrible music you made me sit through you redneck slut of a whore!" Graves raved as he sprung into the air, still holding the light. As he came down, he swung the light, the pole connecting with the side of Britney's head and promptly knocking her out cold. More to the point, to the ground. Graves dropped the light and cackled. Though, the advancing security team interrupted his fun.
While any sane person saw armed men approaching them as a bad thing, Graves saw it as more fun. He jumped off the table and booked towards a window. Graves had to dodge a few grabs from the security to make it there, but he got to the window and jumped into it. He went through very easily after he extended his shoulder, shattering the glass and plummeting towards the Earth below. But then something else shattered below him.
When Graves hit the ground, he was there for less than five seconds before a feminine voice ripped through the air and stung his ears with a scream. Graves sat up, his palm pressed against the side of his head, blood dripping from between his fingers "It's okay! The pavement seems to have broken my fall" he sarcastically remarked, realizing he was actually on pavement. "Gravey?" another voice asked, this one male. Graves eyes instantly opened, looking in the direction of the voice "Stiffy?"
