конфронтация 2: 5 metres further...

There was yet another awkward silence (awkward is kind of a weird word when you think about it, isn't it. That poor K is surrounded by W's. It's like "Aaah! Save me from the W's" or something like that. Anyway, I digress).
Someone coughed in Russian: "кашлей."
For a brief moment, no one moved.
Dellua and Shcktan stared at Stan, and he stared back.
A stereotypical tumbleweed blew past, hit a wall, and (being frozen) shattered into a thousand small pieces of tumble.

Stan turned to run, and found himself surrounded by walls (he was attempting to hide in the changing cubicle, but had forgotten to close the curtain behind him, making it quite obvious where he was).
"Give it up, Stan" Dellua yelled in his most authorative voice.
Suddenly, all the Russians began applauding wildly, and cheering Stan's name.
"No, I said 'Give it up, Stan'," Dellua sighed, "Not 'Give it up for Stan'."
The Russians, embarressed to have their lack of English skills shown up so badly, fell quiet.

"Give it up, Stan," Dellua tried again, "You've got nowhere to go."
"Ha," Stan yelled, pulling the curtain closed behind him to try and conceal his whereabouts (kind of pointlessly, but he hadn't got very high marks in 'Realising The Obvious' either (33%)).
Dellua took a step towards the cubicle.
"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain," Stan's voice drifted over to them.
Dellua ignored him and took another step.
"You have to ask yourself one question," Stan cried, "Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?"
Dellua, who was feeling lucky (and we thought that Stan had sid 'Pank' instead or 'punk') took another step.
"It's fun to stay at the Y M C A" Stan tried.
Dellua stepped again.
"Don't come any closer," Stan warned, "Or the girl gets it!!!"
Dellua paused.
"What girl?" he asked.
The curtain flew open, revealing Stan, holding the teleporter in one hand, and pointing a ray gun at Dellua's girlfriend with the other.
Implausable? Yes!
My problem? No!
(Your turn Musings).

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