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Gilgamesh peered over the edge of the cliff to see if there were any alternatives, before seeing the carnage that PJ had wrought. Burning vehicles and pale corpses littered the canyon. He never ceased to be amazed at what his compatriot could pull off.
“Admiring my handiwork?” PJ responded, leaning out of the control tower and putting her hand above her eyes. She turned her head, giving Gil a sly smirk. Rolling his eyes, the King scoffed, ignoring her comment. Left with no other options Gilgamesh turned to head toward their ticket home, but as he neared the motorcycle PJ slid past him and onto the driver’s seat, pushing the corpse out. “Too slow,” she teased as she fondled the controls of the motorcycle, rubbing her hands on the handlebars and eventually finding her way to her keys. With a quick turn, the engine roared to life, and she kicked up the vehicle’s stand.
Gilgamesh eventually came upon the back of the motorcycle and hopped on the back. He turned his head to scowl at the blasted machine, infuriated that they could not retrieve the precious resource right now. Knowing his luck, more of those war boys or even bandits could rob him of this precious resource. He clicked his tongue.
“C’mon Gilly,” PJ teased. “Don’t be so upset. We won!” she continued with her mocking tone. Gilgamesh couldn’t help but smile at her quip. Though he ordinarily despised those that openly mocked him, Pajamas had a certain charm that made it much less insufferable. “Besides,” she continued, “how would we even get this back to Uruk?”
Gil paused for a moment, bringing his finger to his lips. She was right. It’s not like they had an enormous container for the massive amount of water, nor do they have the vehicles to carry it home. He let out a sigh. “I suppose you are correct,” he conceded.
“What’s that? I couldn’t quite hear you,” PJ inquired, cupping her hand over her ear.
“Be silent and drive, Pajamas,” Gilgamesh commanded as blood rushed to his cheeks.
“That’s what I thought, Gilgasaurus,” PJ snarked. “Now hold onto something, I haven’t ridden one of these in a *long* time!”
“I know how to ride a-” he was cut off by the revving of the engine and the pair took off into the desert. Almost falling off, Gil instinctually wrapped his arms around PJ’s waist, clinging on. ‘So this is why it’s called riding bitch,’ he thought to himself.
“Off!” PJ shouted, her voice barely louder than the whipping of the winds. Her usual lax tone was instead replaced with one of anger and discomfort. One of her hands jolted down to her side to rip off Gil’s arm. His hands got thrown into the wind and he barely had enough time to grab to the seat he was on. PJ gave no further explanation, so the two just spent the rest of their time enjoying the breeze in silence.
Twilight approached as the two returned to Uruk. Gilgamesh couldn’t help but carry a large grin to see the enormous walls that now stood fully erect outside. Though the place did seem bigger than he remembered. PJ slowed down the motorcycle as they approached the ornate metal gates that barred their entry.
“Let me in, I have the royal bitch!” PJ shouted from outside. Within seconds, the gate was opened by a few of Gil’s men. PJ revved the handlebar and began to head inside the gate, stopping to speak with a few of his soldiers.
“You’ve arrived, sir,” one of his soldiers piped up as he saluted.
“Yes,” Gilgamesh waved his hand. “Prepare a caravan of engineers and a crew to protect them. We’ve found the water,” he decreed. “I will be heading back to my palace. I shall give instructions there. I expect to be debriefed about this city since I was gone,” he commanded.
“Of course, my liege,” he responded bowing his head. The pair took off towards the middle of the city before PJ chimed in.
“How did you all get them to call you ‘my liege’?
“Admiring my handiwork?” PJ responded, leaning out of the control tower and putting her hand above her eyes. She turned her head, giving Gil a sly smirk. Rolling his eyes, the King scoffed, ignoring her comment. Left with no other options Gilgamesh turned to head toward their ticket home, but as he neared the motorcycle PJ slid past him and onto the driver’s seat, pushing the corpse out. “Too slow,” she teased as she fondled the controls of the motorcycle, rubbing her hands on the handlebars and eventually finding her way to her keys. With a quick turn, the engine roared to life, and she kicked up the vehicle’s stand.
Gilgamesh eventually came upon the back of the motorcycle and hopped on the back. He turned his head to scowl at the blasted machine, infuriated that they could not retrieve the precious resource right now. Knowing his luck, more of those war boys or even bandits could rob him of this precious resource. He clicked his tongue.
“C’mon Gilly,” PJ teased. “Don’t be so upset. We won!” she continued with her mocking tone. Gilgamesh couldn’t help but smile at her quip. Though he ordinarily despised those that openly mocked him, Pajamas had a certain charm that made it much less insufferable. “Besides,” she continued, “how would we even get this back to Uruk?”
Gil paused for a moment, bringing his finger to his lips. She was right. It’s not like they had an enormous container for the massive amount of water, nor do they have the vehicles to carry it home. He let out a sigh. “I suppose you are correct,” he conceded.
“What’s that? I couldn’t quite hear you,” PJ inquired, cupping her hand over her ear.
“Be silent and drive, Pajamas,” Gilgamesh commanded as blood rushed to his cheeks.
“That’s what I thought, Gilgasaurus,” PJ snarked. “Now hold onto something, I haven’t ridden one of these in a *long* time!”
“I know how to ride a-” he was cut off by the revving of the engine and the pair took off into the desert. Almost falling off, Gil instinctually wrapped his arms around PJ’s waist, clinging on. ‘So this is why it’s called riding bitch,’ he thought to himself.
“Off!” PJ shouted, her voice barely louder than the whipping of the winds. Her usual lax tone was instead replaced with one of anger and discomfort. One of her hands jolted down to her side to rip off Gil’s arm. His hands got thrown into the wind and he barely had enough time to grab to the seat he was on. PJ gave no further explanation, so the two just spent the rest of their time enjoying the breeze in silence.
***
Twilight approached as the two returned to Uruk. Gilgamesh couldn’t help but carry a large grin to see the enormous walls that now stood fully erect outside. Though the place did seem bigger than he remembered. PJ slowed down the motorcycle as they approached the ornate metal gates that barred their entry.
“Let me in, I have the royal bitch!” PJ shouted from outside. Within seconds, the gate was opened by a few of Gil’s men. PJ revved the handlebar and began to head inside the gate, stopping to speak with a few of his soldiers.
“You’ve arrived, sir,” one of his soldiers piped up as he saluted.
“Yes,” Gilgamesh waved his hand. “Prepare a caravan of engineers and a crew to protect them. We’ve found the water,” he decreed. “I will be heading back to my palace. I shall give instructions there. I expect to be debriefed about this city since I was gone,” he commanded.
“Of course, my liege,” he responded bowing his head. The pair took off towards the middle of the city before PJ chimed in.
“How did you all get them to call you ‘my liege’?