"If you mean Sister, then, to my knowledge, she'll still be in the auction hall. Or police custody. But I'm sure she'll be fine."
Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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"That sentence doesn't really work. Considering I'm keeping up with the traffic on a highway of all places, I think logically you should be dead by-" Knife gets splattered by a sign.
"-Now..."
"-Now..."
"Great, now it's incredibly cramped."
I look over at Sister, who's still in shock.
"I don't know where we're headed. Why the fuck did you try and jump onto a moving vehicle?"
I look over at Sister, who's still in shock.
"I don't know where we're headed. Why the fuck did you try and jump onto a moving vehicle?"
I answer the phone.
"YES! Sorta. She's in shock, and Knife is trying to fit into this tank. Knife, my point still stands, jumping onto a moving vehicle is fucking retarded."
"YES! Sorta. She's in shock, and Knife is trying to fit into this tank. Knife, my point still stands, jumping onto a moving vehicle is fucking retarded."
The car pulls alongside Zombie's tank.
"Wait a moment, Salt, weren't you and Paddy going to the police station?"
"Wait a moment, Salt, weren't you and Paddy going to the police station?"
i climb onto the tank "so what's this bad boy got packing in the way of weapons knife?" i say
"HOW ARE PEOPLE CLIMBING ONTO THE SPEEDING TANK? IT IS KEEPING UP WITH THE TRAFFIC ON A FUCKING HIGHWAY! ON A FUTURISTIC PLANET!"
I start swerving about, shaking Woon off. I then grab Knife, and throw him through the top hatch. I phone Trilby.
"Hey, so people keep piling into my tank, but I think your car is more spacious. So uh...yeah. It's kinda irritable."
I start swerving about, shaking Woon off. I then grab Knife, and throw him through the top hatch. I phone Trilby.
"Hey, so people keep piling into my tank, but I think your car is more spacious. So uh...yeah. It's kinda irritable."
I turn my attention away from the road for a split second to answer my phone. When I look up, Woon and Knife slam onto the bonnet of the car.
"Uh, just a second. I'll make room for those two dumbasses."
I turn around.
"Just head to the police station. We can handle both of the Fortress Armament guards, what with us having a tank."
I shoot Salt and Paddy in the head, then turn back to the road.
"Yep, we got space."
"Uh, just a second. I'll make room for those two dumbasses."
I turn around.
"Just head to the police station. We can handle both of the Fortress Armament guards, what with us having a tank."
I shoot Salt and Paddy in the head, then turn back to the road.
"Yep, we got space."
"Uuuuuuuruururururghhhhh..." I moan, clutching my head as I crawl out from under the massive pile of Schintzles and Beer.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck my head hu-"
I am violently sick all over the floor for about five minutes.
"ohgawd my stomach..."
I cough up the lining of my stomach onto the floor.
"...shit."
I am dissolved by my own stomach acid.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck my head hu-"
I am violently sick all over the floor for about five minutes.
"ohgawd my stomach..."
I cough up the lining of my stomach onto the floor.
"...shit."
I am dissolved by my own stomach acid.
I spot Sigma emerge from the schnitzel pile and pull over next to him. I get out of the car and walk up to Sigma's limp body.
"Hey buddy. Looks like you had fun."
I kick Sigma a couple of times.
"Yo."
I set his shoes on fire.
"Siggy."
I throw a brick at his head.
"Okay... see ya."
I return to the car and drive off.
"Hey buddy. Looks like you had fun."
I kick Sigma a couple of times.
"Yo."
I set his shoes on fire.
"Siggy."
I throw a brick at his head.
"Okay... see ya."
I return to the car and drive off.