Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 172243 times)

Dude I just locked myself in a room and will probably have to crawl through vents to get out if I want to keep my pants intact.

I sprint over and start clawing and sniffing at the door to the room the woman is in.

"Just let it have your pants?"

"This is an Armani suit, forget no."

"Really? Like, who's going to care?"

I bark and continue clawing at the door.

"I do. I like my suits intact you know. Besides, I'm not about to run around in my panties. Now restrain that bloody dog."

"I don't think it's going to stop..." I say looking down at the energetic puppy, "Uh, what if I gave you my pants?"

I look at the woman behind me, and continue barking and scratching at the door.

"Fine.." I move in slowly to pick up the mutt. It turns around and growls at me and I raise my hands as if I had a gun being aimed at me, "Yeah, I'm not getting this guy contained..."

"Find a pair of pants I can wear, then."

"Where would you find a pair of pants in a hospital?"

"I don't loving know, aren't there some in a bag in the truck?"

I sift through the bag trying to find something cute for Alex to wear, "hmmmm." 10 minutes later I come back, "Open the door, I have your pants."

I tilt my head at the door, furiously wagging my tail.