The two twins with mustaches walked and looked around in the forest. They were scared at its appearance and wanted to leave.
How could men like them be scared of this little forest? They continued to look around and found that they were lost.
"I told you we needed to go left!" One said.
"I told you we needed to go north!" The other said.
"This is your entire fault."
"It's your fault!" The two bickered like siblings.
It was getting them nowhere. But, that was their life and there was nothing they could do to change it. They went to different places for help, but they never worked.
As they bickered, they saw Aaron and Garth walk past them. They stared at each other for a good minute before realizing that they needed to capture.
Aaron and Garth sighed. Here they go again. They ran away from them and pretty sluggish too. The two yelled for the others. The jittery man was the nearest one and ran towards them.
Aaron and Garth found themselves trapped at a dead end. They stopped at a mountain where it made a perfect wall.
"Oh, shit." Aaron whimpered as he turned the two twins stopped as they looked at the wolves. The jittery man then entered the scene.
"Those are the wolves!" He yelled.
"We know!" The twins yelled.
As the three made a semi-circle around the wolves, they backed up against the rock wall. This was it. They were going to die here.
But Aaron then had an epiphany. He looked up and saw that the rock wall made a cliff which had stalagmites on the bottom.
Aaron then hit the rock wall and the stalagmites wiggled and broke off. The three humans looked up and saw this. The jittery man and one of the twins moved away.
Unfortunately, for one of the twins, he was impaled in the eyes and chest of the stalagmites and instantly died. The surviving brother went over and grieved over his dead brother.
Aaron then told Garth to move. As the two made their way out, a stalagmite that still hung from the cliff fell off. Aaron noticed this and pushed him and Garth out of the way, thinking it might hit them.
It fell and impaled the surviving brother through the back of the head. He died right there. The jittery man then looked at the two wolves in horror.
He became enraged and started to march towards them. But his stomps shook the cliff and made it snap it half. The man then tripped over a rock and fell on his back.
The broken cliff then decapitated the man. Aaron and Garth closed their eyes as this happened. When they did open it, they then whistled a little tune as they left.
They did nothing, as far as they knew. Aaron then remembered something. There was one more person they had to divert.
He hoped they wouldn't kill this person. But that was highly unlikely.
"Garth, we have one more person." Garth sighed.
"Let's do it." He said. They then tried to find the last person.
It was going to be hard, but they had to do it.