<strong>Throckbottle ~ The invasion</strong><br/><br/>There was the distinct sound of slithering. The huffing of men dragging a heavy load into position. It was followed by other sounds that Humphrey tried to ignore.<br/><br/>“Bring it around!”<br/><br/>Someone shouted on the other side of the door as Humphrey walked stiff legged so as not to jar any more toxic waste on the polish. He ignored the commotion in the hall to focus on the bag.<br/><br/>“More left!”<br/><br/>It was a mistake. Boiling oil, red ants mistake. Every step, that much closer. He was within three feet of the bin. It was strategically placed to the left of the open frame.  The frame Humphrey must quick step past to reach the bin and dispose of his cargo.<br/><br/>“There!”<br/><br/>“There?” Humphrey repeated as the sound of rubber wheels skidding on the tile had him looking into the barrel of the water cannon.<br/><br/>“There’s one, Fire!”<br/><br/>Click.<br/><br/>“Oh god,” Throckbottle groaned as he instinctively held the paper bag out as far as his arm would stretch and his eyes squinted shut. It was definitely gonna hurt.