by Brnin8r » Mon Mar 01, 2010 10:52 pm
((Like I said, don't worry too much Kris. All is well.))
Yugi blushed a little as their hands touched, "Um...Yugi..." he smiled as Harris handed Karen the ammo, almost grateful she had something to defend herself with. "Right, well we should probably get to that." Though the idea was sound, it seemed to be a little harder to manage. In their reunion, a gaggle of bimbos had quickly made their way to the three led by, of all things, a bimbo whose face was painted like a clown's. The comical clownsuit she had previously worn had been modified into a tight-fitting rubber suit in multiple colors, her large breasts squeezed out from the neckline and she waved the horde forward. "We've got a problem." Yugi said quickly before firing once into the large crowd.
***
Rick's quick thinking blocked the door and locking the back door would surely keep any stragglers on the other side out. Around the store there were bottles of motor oil, tires, and tools. In the garage part of the store, there was the car lift, various tool boxes...and an acetylene torch.
***
The two boy's luck ran out after the next few easy kills and the rest of the horde caught on that their sisters were falling. A screeching yell echoed down the street and the whole group mobilized to swarm the boys. Shaun quickly flipped the revolver right side up and fired once, blowing a bimbo's shoulder to pieces. He silently congratulated himself and fired at another bimbo, who was quickly stolen of the use of her legs.
***
The toy shop was left in the distance. As they continued down the hall, they could see the horde had stopped and began swarming into the toy store. The two boys were alone now.
***
Matt's luck continued as he buzzed through the city, traveling from the hospital into the towers region of downtown. All the big corporations were here: Amtech, Globodyne, and others. If a stock broker wanted to make it, here's where he would. And that's where his luck ran out as the car began to sputter and die.
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Not surprising, they continued to pursue him, though they didn't seem to put so much effort into it as much. Almost as if they knew he was doomed anyway. The blue outline never went away and when their mouths moved in the now-common moans and oohs the bimbos usually made, words came out. "Joooiin uss.." "Beee Preetty wiith usss..." "You're cuuuutee."
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