"God, I hate the heat!" Zard complained laying on his stomach, getting as close to the cool cement ground of the apartment basement that was their base as he could.

"Don't try shredding off your clothes, it doesn't work." Hunter muttered pulling bits of duct tape from his claws.

"I'm not an idiot like you, dude." Zard said, hacking up a cough.

Before Hunter could retaliate a shrike echoed from the Alley.

Zard threw a cautious look at Hunter as the large dumpster that blocked the entrance of their base was tossed aside. As if it was a recycling bin.

The silhouette of a girl shinned through the entrance way, sobbing loudly.

"Its hot!" Socks cried, rushing inside.

"Zard your girlfriend broke the door!" Hunter whined crawling away from the shining sun that leaked through the hole.

"Shut up Hunter," Zard turned his attention to Socks, "Did you walk from Downtown to here?"

"No, I'd have stayed in Downtown! Its too hot to move around out there." She sobbed, sitting herself down next to Zard, "I was at Burger Tank."

"Was Chuck still there with T-B?" Hunter asked, a piece of duct tape stuck to his shoulder.

"Yes they were with my cousin." She paused wiping her eyes, "They were talking about heading to the docks to swim."

"So you rushed here to tell us?" Zard suggested.

"Dude I love how your all nice and shit when you talk to her but you're a total douche when you talk to me." Hunter commented.

Zard ignored him, waiting for Socks to answer.

"No I…I didn't want to go!" She paused, crying softly, "Chuck told me you'd be here, I thought it must be cooler then outside so I came."

"Please, its sweating balls in here." Hunter commented smirking at Socks disgusted look.

"Shut up Hunter, listen Socks I think it would be good if we all could go and beat the heat at the docks." Zard said coolly.

"I don't like the docks…" She muttered miserably.

"Hey if my Tank like boyfriend got murdered there I'd hate it too."

A low blow.

A low douche bag blow from an asshole of a hunter.

Who can't even pounce at survivors from a two-story building.

The bastard.

Tears streamed down Socks face as she wailed like a banshee. She turned to charge at…

The door.

She gave a battle cry that may as well have given Hunter a heart attack and she just ran away.

It's a wonder any of the misfits Zard hangs out with were still alive.

"Holy fuck shit dude! She's insane."

"You're an ass clown, I'm duct taping you to T-B!"

"Get away from me!"

"So Socks didn't wanna come? Oh dang I should 'ave told her that Travis' bodies gone now. Well shot." Heather sighed, her Southern Bella of an accent rang perfectly through the miss part of her jaw.

"Travis the Tank? At least our Tank's names sound Tank-ish." Hunter muttered, his back duct-taped to T-B's shoulder.

Grunting in disapproval, T-B shook his head, 'No'.

"Shut up you ass clown." Zard snapped.

"Ass clown? Whats an ass clown?" Chuck asked looking as confused as ever.

"An asshole who thinks he's a fucking clown. Fuck I hate those women like clowns." Miker muttered, destroying yet another of T-B's sand cities.

"The fuck? When did you get here?" Zard questioned.

"Please this beach is mine, Japanese Porn monster looking guy, whose name I've never bothered to learn." Miker throw a shell at Zard as he spoke.

"Zard this is Socks younger brother, Miker. I take it you met the little comedian?" Heather mused, adjusting what everyone hoped was a bathing suit bikini top. A bikini top that only suspiciously looked like a bra. Dear God it better be a bathing suit top.

"That's right, Socks is my flesh and blood sister. You fuck her up I fuck you up." Miker threatened standing at his, small, full height.

"Is that a threat?"

"No a promise, Porn face."

"I fucking hate you…" Zard muttered, both shooting death glares at their opponent.

"Didn't we kick your ass with a sock filled with a bar of soap in a dirty Jockey locker room?" Hunter commented casually.

"I can't believe they kicked us out T-B. Must be something you said." Hunter sighed, arms behind his head.

T-B grunted angrily and pulled a small note pad and pen from his back pocket.

"No shit you can write?" Hunter asked, trying to see past T-B's head to see what was being written down.

T-B finished and held the pad to Hunter.

"For the last time, you annoying prick, you piss everyone off. It truly is a wonder that your still alive. I think everyday I get a bit dumber just from listening to you ramble just to hear yourself speak." Hunter read it out loud and slowly.

Painfully slowly.

He even stumbled over the big words.

"Well T-B you're a dick, so…yeah." Hunter muttered angrily.

T-B took the notepad away and jotted something down.

"My name is Frank."

Hunter re-read the sentence.

"No way…Frank the Tank…dude, yes!"

T-B face palmed in his massive ham like hands, grunting angrily at the annoying Hunter behind him.

"I found Socks guys, she was hiding in between a Burger Tank and that little ice cream place." Zard called, leading her towards the small bonfire at The Docks.

"I hate you!" She sobbed.

"Socks sweetie, its ok! That asshole won't hurt you anymore you know that." Heather said, hugging her sobbing cousin.

"Asshole hurt you? Wait what?" Zard asked, confused.

"Porn face you ass clown, that douche branch Travis beat the shit out of Socks in life. Why in the hell do you think she's crying her eyes out in un-death?" Miker demanded.

"Stop calling me that! Besides I just met Socks like a week ago." Zard snapped.

"Porn face just get out of here. No one wants you here right now. Leave before I kick you to the Japanese factory that recycled you and back." Miker snapped back.

"That doesn't make any sense!"

"No it makes so much sense your small brain can't handle the truth."

"Ok I'm leaving now…"

"Hey Zard you just missed the best bonding two guys duct-taped together could share." Hunter muttered trying to wiggle out of the duct-tape.

"I don't care dude…"

"Did you know T-B's name is Frank?"

"…Really?

Two awkward unison nods.

"No shit, at least I learned something useful today…"