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As he settles in to watch a movie, local bloke Aaron Henley is painfully aware of a presence looming over his shoulder.
Ah yes, he should have known the sounds of gunshots and shouting would have awoken his dad from his slumber – it was practically the dad equivalent of shaking a box of Whiskas to coax your asshole cat out of hiding.
That, and the sound of a car turning around on a driveway, were the two sounds known to alert every dad in the country.
But like every dad, Bill Henley refuses to partake in such frivolous activities, such as doing anything remotely leisurely during the daytime.
Peering over his shoulder as his dad stares at the television in a trance, Aaron informs him that the movie has ‘just started’, if he wants to sit down and join.
“Nah I can’t, too much work on”, says Bill, his eyes never leaving the screen.
Rolling his eyes as he turned his attention back to the movie, Aaron can see his dad shift slightly closer towards the television from the corner of his eye.
“Oh it’s bloody…what’s his name”, says Bill, his voice growing in excitement as an actor he recognises enters the screen, “from Pulp Fiction?”
“Samuel L. Jackson.”
“..and who’s that bloke, I’ve seen him before.”
“That’s Ryan Reynolds, we saw Deadpool in the cinema.”
“Yeah I don’t mind him.”
Now in line with the couch, Bill still refuses to sit down.
“Dad for fuck sake, just watch the movie.”
“No no I don’t have time to sit on my ass all day like you, I’ve got shit to do.”
It’s alleged Bill watched the entire movie standing up, before magically disappearing into thin air before the credits rolled.
More to come.
