It was classic John versus Jim. Older versus

It was classic John versus Jim. Older versus younger. Calculating versus impetuous. Slower versus faster. Weaker versus stronger. Loser versus winner. Obviously,

Jim had gotten the best qualities out of the two of them, and John resented him for that. The Glorious War of Brotherly Rivalry raged on, intense as ever, and this battle was the

final one. The one that will determine, who will have won, I tried my best and practiced, but all I got was nervous. On the day of the battle, I was shaking like a rattle,

I had half a mind to turn and skidaddle, I felt like I was up the creek without a paddle, or riding on a horse but without the saddle,

I shivered when the rusty metal scraped together, making a high pitched dead squeal. BOOM-I gave the device a hard thump and it soon got into motion. Chuck-a-lucka-lucka

It was crazy to see the old engine puff and clank to motion. I scraped my tools back together and pushed it on a little platform before jumping in the seat

of worn leather. The machine jolted forward, a few of the tools finding their way to the ground with an audible thud. I felt at utter peace with the world as the smoke rose,

from the printer. I had inevitably destroyed it in my rage. It served the printer right. Took me nearly two hours to print a single report. The boss was not amused. It was his fav

Ourite way to fire people he didn't like. The printer said, "I 'll be back!" and went into the dumpster to ponder its future. The boss couldn't stop ranting about everything.