The Poisoner

"No! Why? Well, what..." It was a big day. The current government had just retired, and a new government has been chosen to take his place. But not everyone was happy about it, because everyone was protesting with signs out on the street. It was quite loud with the yelling, but after 1 hour, the Blue House members couldn't take it anymore. They headed back to the grand Blue House, and that was Bob's chance.

As Bob slipped away from the building crowd, excitement and slight nervousness erupted inside him. His evil plan was to poison the new government, Bobby. Bob rapidly looked around the perfectly symmetrical Blue House (BH) for an unused door. Ah hah! he thought, as he found exactly what he was looking for. He carefully opened it, making sure it didn't make a sound. It didn't. Bob snuck in right after all the BH members left the main hall. A dressing room with the waiter's uniform (and everyone else's) was what caught his eye immediately. The door was already slightly open, which worried Bob, but regardless walked in. "Phew!" Bob quietly said to himself, relieved. There was no one inside, so he proudly tossed on a waiter's uniform. Luckily, it fit perfectly, like it was custom-made just for him. He saw something in the corner of his eye, and he swiveled around. Wow. Bob was really lucky. It was a glass, and next to it was a wine bottle that was $99.99 (there was a sticker; it was from BottleMart) "Perfect," he told himself, grinning. He reached in his pocket and got a "Pink Poison Powder" out. Bob sprinkled some until he was satisfied, and it instantly dissolved silently. He grinned again. Bob headed out of the change rooms, and towards the main lounge where Bobby was. He was actually in the BH! However, Bob was smart enough to not explore and do what he was meant to do and the whole reason he wasn't at home watching TV. "Uh, hello, Bobby, would you, uh fancy a -a drink?" His voice wobbled, but he prayed it was enough to cover his identity and intentions. "Yes please, thank you." Bobby smiled in a friendly way. It was hard to believe he was about to be, erm, killed and he felt incredibly guilty, but he didn't care. Bob broke into a run for the exit, chucked his disguise back into the changing rooms, calmed down and went back to simply walking when he exited the Blue House. Bob was relieved he didn't get caught, and he strode back to the Cottage. The Cottage is a place where the finest and best poisons are brewed, and it is so secure the NO ONE (except Bob) has gotten through the first layer of about, well, 523 layers. Secure, right? And oh, trust me, this was NOT the first poisoning he'd done.

Back at the BH, 10 minutes had passed. Something really strange was going on, and a REAL waiter came to the lounge. Oh. The new government is, uh, in other words, not responding. I wonder why. The waiter (her name is Bobbi) screams, and everyone, like, EVERYONE, in the BH comes over. And that's when they witness it. There's not really anything they can do about it, other than call the 123 (the town's emergency number). So, guess what: they do! In just under 2 minutes, there is a loud thud as the door breaks & falls to the ground, and they hear a movie- famous line: "123! POLICE!" One person comes up and advises them of the situation. Without having to use their brain (they do, though) the police know what to do. Since the BH has it, the police check the security cameras. It was really easy to identify who was the suspect was, so there was a small race who would find the suspect first. Someone found it in record speed, 1 minute 27 seconds, to be exact. "Aha! Bob McBobbybob! Of course." triumphantly shouted one. "Oh yeah! Bob! You're right!" called out another. The others (the BH members) didn't need any more proof. One of them called the Quack Air Force to bomb the Cottage. They said they needed to ask the Royal McBob (NOT named after the infamous and protestor Bob McBobbybob) Air Base, but they will do it. If you're wondering, the air force did not need to ask why. They weren't surprised. After 3-ish minutes, the Quack Air Force called back. "Hello? We have some good news for you. We can do it." Not too long after, there was a fighter jet loaded with nukes, bombs and missiles streaking across the sky at an outstanding speed. Inside the cockpit, there was a lot going on (and there was a live stream). "Bravo. oscar, bravo, papa, alpha, tango, romeo, oscar, lima, WUN TWO TREE, target sighted".

WARNING! From here on, there will be some drama.

The bullet fired, aiming for the Cottage. The kind-of-skilled pilot knows that if he stays at that altitude, he'll be part of the incident, so he decides to rapidly ascend. But his engines are failing. "Oh no stall...", he mutters to himself, panicked. "AGH! PAN PAN! PAN PAN! no, MAYDAY! MAYDAY!" It's too late. The bullet did hit the Cottage, but the advanced F-35 dramatically plummeted towards the ground. BOOM. A ginormous explosion in, not 1, but 2 areas. Nowadays, there's not many humans, just a few that survived in the Blue House. But little did anyone know... that Bob McBobbybob has not yet been defeated.