Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 167571 times)

"Please don't kill me! That's all I have on me!"

"How have you even survived this long?"

"...Running..."
'Oh no, now they're going to send me on scouting missions...'

"Well, you'll make an excellent scout."

'BALLS.'
"No, no, no, no... I'm sure we can come to an agreement here..."

'BALLS.'
"No, no, no, no... I'm sure we can come to an agreement here..."
"You don't have to be a scout. In fact, you look the sniper type. We could use one."

"Of course we can," I say, appearing behind him as was the fashion I tended to appear. "Scout or we toss you to the crazies with your legs broken and your arms tied. Perhaps we could dress you up as a girl. That'll stir them up, won't it?"

"Ok, that just scared me."

"Please... Please God no!"
I look at the door and begin running for it.

"Bad choice, mate," I say, shooting the wall. "Next bullet goes between your legs, you catch my drift?"

Now I'm not just shaking, I'm shaking like a vibrator and sweating like a pig. I'm like a pig shaped vibrator.

"Told you we could come to an agreement."

"Sh-shame I d-don't ha-have a w-w-weap-pon."

"And here I thought you were a nice old man."

"Excuse me Alexander, but I just proposed he be a sniper. You can clearly see he dreads being a scout."