Chapter 2

"FOUND HIM" Sting says while exhausted from the flying, he starts descending and Burg follows him and lands near the gigantic red beast. "Hi boss" Chuck says while getting up. Kimber gives Chuck an odd look "Why the shit did you run you big red douchebag?! We searched half the fucking city for your big ass!" "We were beginning to think you were kidnapped by nazi communists!" Exclaimed berg. While Chuck explained what happened in the past hour and a half, Sting looked to the unfamiliar monster and one thought crossed his mind. Tits. "And that's when you showed up, boss." "TITS!" Sting exclaimed. Berg looked over to his longtime partner and muttered "quite." "Language please." Chuck muttered. "Enough comedic banter, who's your friend?" Sting asked suggestively. "Sting, no! You"ll catch her cooties!" Chuck exclaimed. Berg and Kimber responded by face palming. " I wouldn't mind catching whatever she has." Sting said. "Same here." Kimber replied. "You, me, red lobster and free breadsticks. What do you say?" Asked Sting. "Oh, sounds fancy" Kimber replied. "Is it nap time yet?" Chuck asked. Sting noticed that it was already nighttime. "What the fuck? Wasn't it the middle of the day an hour ago?" "You guys want to crash at my host's place? He's out of town, so I'm by myself." Kimber said. "But isn't it his patriotic duty to ensure the safety of his guest monster? Why are you out of the house anyway?" Burg questioned. "He said to stay in the house, but I didn't." Kimber replied. "Well that settles where we're gonna sleep tonight!" Sting said, relieved. "Wait do you guys not have a host family?" Kimber asked. "Yeah I have a friend that runs a motel. I mug people, and give him the money, in return he doesn't report us." Sting rexplained. As the night went on, Kimber gave a tour of the house. "This is where you all will be sleeping. Except for Chuck." Kimberly stated. "Will you and I be sharing a room?" Sting asked, with a subtle wink. "You should already know the answer to that." Kimberly said suggestively. "Do you have any red, white and blue blankets? That's all I sleep in." Burg asks "I only have red, white, and green." said Kimber, annoyed. "I'm not sleeping in that illegal shit!"burg exclaimed. "LANGUAGE!" "Censorship isn't the American way!". One hour later. Chuck put all of his effort into covering his ears with his blanket, and doing anything else to drown out the screaming and wet slapping coming from Kimber's room. Meanwhile, Berg was resisting the alluring thought of putting his revolver up to his head. Needless to say, that morning was awkward. Berg and Chuck sat at the kitchen table, when the dynamic duo appeared, looking incredibly pleased with themselves. "So, how did you sleep?" Berg asked sarcastically. "I didn't." Sting replied. They were all stunned to hear the jiggle of keys in the door. "Shit!" Kimber exclaimed. Then, a pathetic looking man opened the door. "Oh Jesus! Who ate my French toast?" The man screamed. "...French... toast...FRENCH?!" Berg exclaimed. He then ran to the nearest garbage can and produced uncomfortable gargling noises."Why are there panties on that man's stinger?!" "Oh, that's embarrassing." Sting replied "You JUST noticed that?"asked Chuck. "Hold on, I need to make a call." The man said angrily. "Am I the only one who's lost here?" Sting asked. "That's my host, Randy Nig." Kimber answered. "I can assure you that he is not what you just said." Sting replied "The only person who deserves the name Randy is Savage." Berg stated, while flexing his beefy arms. They proceeded to watch television for the next couple of hours, until a knock at their door interrupted them. Kimber opened the door to be greeted by a stitched redhead. "We're Team Mon, and we're here for the trespassers."

I really hope you liked this story, i put tons of effort into making this serious story.