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PREDICAMENT
by BOOMERCAT
RATED FR
C

He ain't heavy. He's my brother.


"No doubt about it...you...definitely...need to go on a...diet."

"Can you pull me up?"

"Uh...no...there's nothing to get braced against up here... You're gonna have to climb up."

"Climb up what? I'm dangling here..."

"Can you, like...grab a hold of my arm?"

"Can you handle it if I start to swing?"

"Yeah...I think so..."

"Okay, hang on...I'm going to try..."

"Uh, wait...wait! Damn..."

"What?"

"I can feel the ledge start to...give way every time you move."

"Crap."

"So...now what?"

"Give me a moment..."

"Sure...take all the time...you need."

"Geez... Can you reach your wristcomm?"

"No... I'd have to let go of the rock I'm holding on to. What happened to yours?"

"I'm not sure. It took a couple of hits, but I didn't think they were that hard."

"Okay, so come up with something..."

"Listen, failing all else, I want you to just let go."

"What?"

"Look, it's not that far to the ground..."

"Are you crazy? It's at least fifty feet and probably more like sixty! You'd be killed!"

"Maybe, maybe not, but if it comes to it, I don't want you falling with me."

"If you don't want me to fall with you, then you damn well better figure a way out of this, because I am not letting go!"

"I'm not the only one with a brain here...you figure it out!"

"No, I'm doing the brawn thing. The thinking part is up to you... You're dangling over...a cliff...being held by the back of your belt... How do you...escape?"

"God..."

"It's gonna take more than prayer, bro..."

"All right, what if we..."

"Shit! Hang on, you guys!"

"Thank God for the Cavalry!"

"It's about time! Uh...if you could just hurry it up, please?"

"I'm here...just grab the rope!

"Got it!"

"Okay, just hang on and I'll pull you up!"

"Okay, okay... Oh man, that's a relief! I thought I was going to start growing moss there... Uh, you can let go now..."

"Actually, I don't think I can."

"Here, let me do it... Looks like you've separated your shoulder."

"Yeah, whoever wrote that song, ‘He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother', obviously never met you."

"I'll tell you what. I'll consider that diet right after I treat you... the both of you...to the biggest steaks in Grandma's freezer. Let's get out of here."

"You're on!"

 
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