"I'll give you one more chance."

"Or what?"

"Or we fire."

"Hazel I'm getting restless. Let's just kill 'em now and get it over with!"

"Cha-Cha you're an animal."

Turns out Mr. Karter had been telling the truth. The waitress really had called the cops. That didn't stop Hazel and Cha-Cha at all, though. Just more fun for them. There was about five or six from what they could tell. Their mouths watered with homocidal bloodthirst. Hazel liked to play with his victims, but Cha-Cha gripped and ungripped his bat with anticipation.

"C'mon. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," he kept muttering to himself. "Hurry up."

"Cha-Cha, if I let you go, will you get rid of that cat?"

"Of course not."

"Oh well, let's do this!"

Hazel fired and Cha-Cha swung at the two cops closest to him. Before any of them could even fire, they were all defeated.

"That was fun. Hey Cha-Cha, you hungry?"

Except one. Hazel asked again. But all he heard was hissing. He turned around and saw Cha-Cha on one knee, holding the other.

"Dude! What happened?"

"One of those jerks got me below the knee."

"Wha-what? Well, what do we do? This ain't never happened before. Do I, do I take you to the vet or somethin'?"

"Hazel the vet is for animals!"

"Yeah I know. So what do I do?"

"I don't know I've never been shot before."

"How would I know that!"

"We've been killing people together since we were five."

"Your not in pain anymore?"

"Nah, it's kinda numb now."

"Lemme see the shot hole thing."

Cha-Cha pulled his pants leg up to reveal the wound. Blood was pulsing out at a heart's beat pace. After a minute of freaking out and jumping around aimlessly, Hazel helped Cha-Cha to his feet and got him ready to take him to the hospital.

"I can't drive, and you don't know how. What are we gonna do to get there?"

"I donno. We could get a cab. Got any money?"

"Yeah, but it's covered in blood."

"It'll do."

When they finally got a cab to stop for them, Cha-Cha couldn't even stand on his own. They told the driver where to go and gave him the money.

"Woah, what happened to him?"

"...Gun tester. Yeah, gun tester."

The driver didn't seemed convinced and started to question so Hazel got out his pistol.

"Ya know, we're not quite done testin' 'em either. So why don't you hurry up?"

"Uh, yessir. I'm goin' now."

The driver seemed to waste no time getting them to where they needed to go. But no matter how fast they got there, Cha-Cha was just barely conscious when they arrived. For those few longing minutes, he slipped in and out of reality. He thought of things he never thought about before. He thought about his own death. He wondered if this was what all the people he killed thought about. He laughed to himself. Of all the things he did, he felt the most crazy now. Hazel was too busy waving his gun around where the nervous driver could see it, so he didn't notice Cha-Cha rolling his head from shoulder to shoulder on the way there.

Cha-Cha didn't really remember too much of what happened. When they got to the hospital Hazel half dragged, half carried him in. The doctors took him to a room and hooked him up to typical machines you would see around there. He then blacked out.