Deep in the vigilante headquarters underneath the town of Serial Killer...
A man wearing a combat vest over casual clothing set a map on the table. Around him was a motley crew of citizens.
"Now," the combat-vest wearer said, "here's the plan. We smash down the door, run in guns blazing - Well, actually, gun blazing, all we've got is that .32, since this is friggin' Canada after all-"
A fish hit Neo in the head, thrown by new-time resident keelzbunny. "Get on with it!"
"I'm sorry. Anyways, in gun blazing through the front door, we find that punny bastard, and kill him."
The plan was met with general approval from the people around him, and one or two hip thrusts by Hman.
"But what if he's got a gun?" asked SkyeNeko. "Or a knife?"
"We outnumber him ten to one," Neo said. "Enough talk." He raised a 40 of maple syrup. "For Hetlan."
"For Hetlan."
Later, at Casa de SteakHeart...
Steak was taken by surprise when his front door was busted down. He was greeted by a group of his friends, wielding various weapons. One of them was wielding a .32 pistol that looked like it was straight from Fallout 3.
"Er, I'll just run away now," he said.
Keelz raised the .32. "You're not getting away! You killed VH, you bastard!"
"I killed him? You honestly think I would kill a fellow punner!"
"Less competition."
"That's atually a fair point... But I'm not keen on dying. I mean, I know what's up there, but I kinda like it here."
"Enough talk! Have at you!" The group charged towards him. Steak immediately turned around and sprinted down the hall and jumped out the window. Of course, he didn't really think about the shattered glass now embedded in his back and shoulders, and the rough bump on the head he got from the landing. He was now face-up on the ground, with the group standing above him.
"Have fun up there," keelz said, raising the pistol.
A shot rang out.
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"HOW COULD YOU MISS?" shouted Neo.
Steak tried crawling backwards, but a foot slammed down on his crotch.
Another shot rang out. This one made its mark, hitting him square between the eyes. There was a brief pause, and his soul flew out through his mouth and went up into the sky. On the way up, it shouted, "I WASN'T THe kill[sub]er...[/sub]"
"Well, fuck. We got the wrong guy." Neo put his palm to his face.
"Worth it," said everyone in the group at once.
I've missed a ton.
