Gordon arrived at Portland, and thought the town looked good.
Gordon: I wish I could work on the Union Pacific here instead of having to be in Cheyenne. Maybe I could get Pete to transfer me to here from Cheyenne after my suspension.
He went to where the station was, but he wished he hadn't.
Passengers: Hurry up with our bags!
Porter: I'm doing the best I can-
Passengers: You're not doing good enough, hurry up!
Porter: Just stop! You're too close to me *Punches passenger*
Gordon: Wow. Even I don't do that to the passengers. *Walks to station*
Passengers: *Sees Gordon* Oh great. First the porter is too slow with our bags, and now a fat fuck arrives. What's next, a gay pony?
Gordon: Hey, I came over to see if I could help you, but since you insulted me, I guess you'll have to sort out your bags por yourself.
Passenger: Okay, don't go!
Gordon: That's what I want to here. *Carrying luggage*
He put five suitcases on his back, and put them in one of the passenger cars.
Passenger 464: Whoa, that was cool.
Gordon: Now, please don't try to boss me around like you did to that other porter.
Passengers: We promise, as long as you don't try to soco us.
Gordon: All right. Sounds good. *Putting luggage in baggage cars*
Passengers: *Boarding train*
Gordon: *Puts all the bags in train* Okay, I believe that's it.
Conductor: *Walks up* What are you doing here?
Gordon: I'm Gordon Suite, I work for this railroad.
Conductor: I've never seen you here before. Are you new?
Gordon: I've been working on the Union Pacific for five years, but I've never been in Portland before.
Conductor: Well, let me be the first to welcome you here.
Gordon: Thanks. *sees green signal* Get in the train, we need to go.
Conductor: Uh, you have to stay here, and help with the seguinte train.
Gordon: When will that be here?
Conductor: In half an hour.
Gordon: Alright.
Conductor: *Gets in train*
Engineer: *Blows whistle twice, and drives out of station*
Gordon: *sits on bench* Well, that went good.
Soon, the station master arrived.
P.S.M: Excuse me, who are you?
Gordon: Gordon Suite, Union Pacific engineer.
P.S.M: If you're an engineer, why were you doing that porter's job?
Gordon: He punched a passenger, and just left.
P.S.M: Did he now?
Gordon: Yeah.
P.S.M: Well Gordon, just let me ask you one mais question. Where do you normally work on the U.P?
Gordon: Cheyenne.
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Gordon: I wish I could work on the Union Pacific here instead of having to be in Cheyenne. Maybe I could get Pete to transfer me to here from Cheyenne after my suspension.
He went to where the station was, but he wished he hadn't.
Passengers: Hurry up with our bags!
Porter: I'm doing the best I can-
Passengers: You're not doing good enough, hurry up!
Porter: Just stop! You're too close to me *Punches passenger*
Gordon: Wow. Even I don't do that to the passengers. *Walks to station*
Passengers: *Sees Gordon* Oh great. First the porter is too slow with our bags, and now a fat fuck arrives. What's next, a gay pony?
Gordon: Hey, I came over to see if I could help you, but since you insulted me, I guess you'll have to sort out your bags por yourself.
Passenger: Okay, don't go!
Gordon: That's what I want to here. *Carrying luggage*
He put five suitcases on his back, and put them in one of the passenger cars.
Passenger 464: Whoa, that was cool.
Gordon: Now, please don't try to boss me around like you did to that other porter.
Passengers: We promise, as long as you don't try to soco us.
Gordon: All right. Sounds good. *Putting luggage in baggage cars*
Passengers: *Boarding train*
Gordon: *Puts all the bags in train* Okay, I believe that's it.
Conductor: *Walks up* What are you doing here?
Gordon: I'm Gordon Suite, I work for this railroad.
Conductor: I've never seen you here before. Are you new?
Gordon: I've been working on the Union Pacific for five years, but I've never been in Portland before.
Conductor: Well, let me be the first to welcome you here.
Gordon: Thanks. *sees green signal* Get in the train, we need to go.
Conductor: Uh, you have to stay here, and help with the seguinte train.
Gordon: When will that be here?
Conductor: In half an hour.
Gordon: Alright.
Conductor: *Gets in train*
Engineer: *Blows whistle twice, and drives out of station*
Gordon: *sits on bench* Well, that went good.
Soon, the station master arrived.
P.S.M: Excuse me, who are you?
Gordon: Gordon Suite, Union Pacific engineer.
P.S.M: If you're an engineer, why were you doing that porter's job?
Gordon: He punched a passenger, and just left.
P.S.M: Did he now?
Gordon: Yeah.
P.S.M: Well Gordon, just let me ask you one mais question. Where do you normally work on the U.P?
Gordon: Cheyenne.
2 B continued
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