The Adventures of McFinleyyy Chapter 3: When Salty Fell from the Sky
The Adventures of McFinleyyy Chapter 3: When Salty Fell from the Sky The train screeched into Pearse Station, and just when the lads thought the night couldn’t get any more ridiculous, the unthinkable happened. A shadow loomed over the platform. Then another. And then, like a scene from a budget Mission: Impossible , two parachutes drifted down against the orange Dublin sunset. The first was Sgt. Salty. The second? Quags, his eternal sidekick and supplier of questionable life advice. The Grand Entrance The train doors hissed open. People streamed out, muttering about delayed connections and broken air conditioning. But McFinleyyy and the lads had eyes only for the parachutes landing right beside the platform hot-dog stand. Sgt. Salty touched down like a man born for drama, boots crunching against concrete, aviators still perfectly in place. Quags, meanwhile, landed less gracefully—straight into a bin full of empty crisp packets. “You made it, Salty!” McFinleyyy shouted...