Gus is startled to see Osso still alive. He places three shots from his revolver into the back of her head.
Osso laughs and says, Why weren't you in San Francisco? You would have had such a good time......
kicky's younger, much larger brother, KannyCick, walks in the room. His hulking body fills most of the room. He sneers at them all. "What have you done with my brothers, you puny worms?"
gustavratzenhofer wrote:Gus is startled to see Osso still alive. He places three shots from his revolver into the back of her head.
fortunately, littlepeacek deflects the bullets with her sword that she stashes under her flowing robes.
Quote:unfortunately, littlepeacek deflects the bullets with her sword that she stashes under her flowing robes
Sounds like you regretted saving Osso.
Kanny stares, dumbstruck by the beautiful song. Kanny like music. Mmmmm . . . And just like that, he is in love.
Gus throws a bell jar at the fleeing Drom. It shatters against the back of her pancake head.
Kanny clumsily stumbles towards Drom, eyes glazed with love. He grabs her body like a rag doll in his brutish muscled arms, and squeezes. But he is too strong. Her head pops off her body, splatting into the ceiling. The brute's eyes tear up as he looks at the headless body of his only true love.
Littlepeacek, here, I can back you up with my Roy Rogers cap pistol. Use your sword to deflect the bullets of evil Gus, who has become immune to his own petard. Ick, that smells awful. Oooh, ick..
Coates walk by and looks confused. "Hey, Guys... what's going on?" He stuffs some pork rinds into his mouth and wipes the crumbs on his greasy shirt.
Coates is immediately turned on by everyone in the room. Guns, knives, tanks, helicopters, everything available is directed at the interloper.
His body is vaporized and the action continues.
daaaaamn, wasn't quick enough to save him.... oh! Wait, look, it was just an scoates hologram! The real SCoates is up there, behind bullet/laser/fire/radioactive proof shielding!
The real Scoates drops a pork rind. It rolls out from behind his protective barrier, and Scoates waddles after it, reaching out as it rolls away.
{glaring at SC}
ok, you deserve what's coming.
Scoates cool-ly observes and organizes, plotting, plotting.
Osso attends to her nails, sadly neglected of late....
booooooring. I think I'll do some stretching. My muscles are getting cold.
