The Adventures of McFinleyyy Chapter 7: The Salty Tank Ride Home
The Adventures of McFinleyyy Chapter 7: The Salty Tank Ride Home The club eventually spat them out into the cool Dublin night, sweaty, victorious, and starving. Usually, this is where the Nitelink bus would come in—squashed seats, dodgy characters, kebab wrappers everywhere. But not tonight. Because Sgt. Salty had a surprise. Enter the Leopard 2 As the squad stumbled onto Harcourt Street, the ground trembled. Headlights flared. And out of the shadows rolled a Leopard 2 Tank. Painted matte black, glowing under the streetlights, and fitted with an LED strip that pulsed to the beat of Sandstorm . On the side, spray-painted in bold letters: “SALTY EXPRESS.” The hatch opened. Salty popped his head out, aviators still on. “Forget the Nitelink, lads. Elon Musk sent me the software. I installed it myself. This baby drives itself home.” McFinleyyy gaped. “You’ve put Tesla autopilot… into a tank?” Salty smirked. “With a few… upgrades.” The Ride of Legends They piled in—Sarah...