Demon

I'm upstairs in holding ten, un-stacking totes with the Namco and staging them up in the hallway for Chappo. Chappo is out in the hallway with the electric pallet jack loading the elevator with totes.   All is moving along quite smoothly until I notice that Chappo is having a rather in-depth conversation with someone named Pete.  I’d never heard of this Pete guy, so I decided to go and investigate.

 I part the curtains, exit holding ten, and there, standing in the middle of the hallway, is Chappo, cursing at the pallet jack.
Since I’d had a very similar conversation with a pallet of bait just the day before, I could fully comprehend and appreciate the scene before me.  However, I also knew that very shortly an incredibly large and rusty crowbar would soon be making it’s appearance so I decided to intervene, and in my most Freezer God like voice I said, “Whaddaya Doin’?”

To wit Chappo promptly replied “Turbo! Eet broken! Fuckin' Pete of Sheet Broken!”

I'm thinking that the pallet jack isn’t broken, that the battery is just dead and that the poor old beast won’t pull a load anymore. I tell Chappo to just drop the tote, drag the jack back and we’ll use the manual one for a while.

“No No NO Turbo!” shouted Chappo, “Eet Broken, see?” and with that he grabbed the handle.
 Instantly the electric pallet jack came to life, ripped itself free from Chappos’ grasp and came barreling down the hallway shoving 1257 pounds of frozen herring straight at me.

The phrase "Oh Shit!" rang out in Perfect Stereo right then.  It was beautiful.

Chappo leaped at the retreating pallet jack in a valiant attempt to save my poor white ass from instant deformation.  However, I was a pessimistic old fart, and I decided that the fate of my body below the waist was perhaps not in the best of hands, so I leapt out of the way of the rapidly approaching tote of destruction.

Just as I leapt, Chappo finally managed to reach the jack and he gave the handle a good hard yank.  Jack and tote spun violently to the right just as I landed and they pinned me to the wall.

So there I am, pinned between a tote of herring and the wall, with an electric pallet jack that only goes forward still driving the tote into me at full throttle.
At the sight of this, Chappo freeks out, thinking that he just killed me, so, like any testosterone bloated Freezer Rat, he doesn't think about the problem at hand, he acts.  Chappo leaps up on top of the tote and wiggles down between the tote and the wall. Then, in a feat of super human strength, he shoves the whole bloody mess back about a foot and a half and then we both hopped out of harms way.