Ram Johnson started laughing at the three goons trying to capture him. "You think Ram Johnson is going to go down that easy?"
The one called Denton pointed his gun in the middle of Ram Johnson's forehead. "I think all it will require is one shot and to let gravity to take care of the rest."
"Let me tell you something, boy" Ram Johnson growled. "I've faced demons of many hells. I've stared down the abyss and watched it whimper off. I've escaped Death so many times that he slapped IMMORTAL on my file and called it a day. I'm not planning on being taken by some Krauts and Reds, andNowI'mPunshingYouInTheFACE!"
Denton's body flew from Ram Johnson's fist, landing with a meaty "THUNK" on the other wall. The other two, aghast and shocked by the turn of speed, immediately prepared themselves for an epic battle, one surely to rock the very foundations of the building and history.
Body's tight and weapons ready, waiting for any slight mistake or move from their formidable opponent.
Any second now the room would burst into gun fire and gore....any second now....aaaannnyyy second now....aaaaaannnnnyyy-
"ACH TO LIEBEN! Vill you just do something already?" the German man screamed.
Ram Johnson was still looking at Denton's body, still slumped and making slight gurgling noises. "Ehhh....nevermind, I'll be you're prisoner." he said, putting his arms out.
"VAT?!"
"Did you see how easy that guy went out? Boooring. And he's the leader of you shmucks? I wanna see if you're boss will be at least some fun."
The two soldiers nervously glanced at each other and at the bloody pile that was their possibly-former boss. "Um...sure. Just...don't make any funny movements, yah?"
Ram Johnson just stood there. After a few seconds he cleared his throat and held his hands up expectantly.
"Vat? Oh, uh, sorry. We don't actually have any handcuffs. We just assumed you go quietly..."
The Private Eye of Parallel Dimensions gave them a look of disgust before stalking off, muttering about "kid's now-a-decade...you call them soldiers? I call them punks hankering for a beating..."
The other two looked back at their leader. "You vant to check if he's still alive?" the German asked.
"Hmmm...nah. I'm sure he'll recover. But I so dibs being the leader!" she declared before running after Ram Johnson.
"What? NO FAIR! I WANNA BE DAH LEADER!"
The one called Denton pointed his gun in the middle of Ram Johnson's forehead. "I think all it will require is one shot and to let gravity to take care of the rest."
"Let me tell you something, boy" Ram Johnson growled. "I've faced demons of many hells. I've stared down the abyss and watched it whimper off. I've escaped Death so many times that he slapped IMMORTAL on my file and called it a day. I'm not planning on being taken by some Krauts and Reds, andNowI'mPunshingYouInTheFACE!"
Denton's body flew from Ram Johnson's fist, landing with a meaty "THUNK" on the other wall. The other two, aghast and shocked by the turn of speed, immediately prepared themselves for an epic battle, one surely to rock the very foundations of the building and history.
Body's tight and weapons ready, waiting for any slight mistake or move from their formidable opponent.
Any second now the room would burst into gun fire and gore....any second now....aaaannnyyy second now....aaaaaannnnnyyy-
"ACH TO LIEBEN! Vill you just do something already?" the German man screamed.
Ram Johnson was still looking at Denton's body, still slumped and making slight gurgling noises. "Ehhh....nevermind, I'll be you're prisoner." he said, putting his arms out.
"VAT?!"
"Did you see how easy that guy went out? Boooring. And he's the leader of you shmucks? I wanna see if you're boss will be at least some fun."
The two soldiers nervously glanced at each other and at the bloody pile that was their possibly-former boss. "Um...sure. Just...don't make any funny movements, yah?"
Ram Johnson just stood there. After a few seconds he cleared his throat and held his hands up expectantly.
"Vat? Oh, uh, sorry. We don't actually have any handcuffs. We just assumed you go quietly..."
The Private Eye of Parallel Dimensions gave them a look of disgust before stalking off, muttering about "kid's now-a-decade...you call them soldiers? I call them punks hankering for a beating..."
The other two looked back at their leader. "You vant to check if he's still alive?" the German asked.
"Hmmm...nah. I'm sure he'll recover. But I so dibs being the leader!" she declared before running after Ram Johnson.
"What? NO FAIR! I WANNA BE DAH LEADER!"