Hey guys, I've been doing cookie cutter updating lately, sorry about that… anyway, when we last left off, Flint and Duster were in apparent mortal danger, and now we find out what happens next!
"What the heck is this thing?" Duster yelled, terrified. "I don't know but it's p*ssed!" Flint replied. "I've got an idea." Duster said, pulling out his wall staples. "How are those gonna help?" Duster proceeded to pin the partially mechanized caribou to the ground with the wall staples. "It worked!" Duster said, falling back into position, next to Flint. "Duster, we have to attack now, while it's downed!" "Got it!" Flint and Duster double teamed the caribou. It appeared to lose consciousness. YOU WON!
The pig men fled, leaving behind a… notebook? Flint went over to pick it up. "The animals in this forest suck, we need to make 'em cooler. So the theme will be Tougher! Rougher! Badder! We'll mix and match this and that to make whole new things! I dub it "The fascinating chimera project". Let's reconstruct and modify things slowly and steadily." "… Fascinating… chimera… project? Duster, you should take a look at this." "Okay." He walked over and began reading it. Then they conversed about it for a bit. "*Yaaaaaawn. What did I miss? I got really tired and decided to take a nap.*" Wait, what? Boney was seriously asleep for that entire fight? "Flint, Duster! We got the tree out of the way and something's happened!" "C'mon, Duster. Hurry!" "Flint, I have a leg handicap, y'know." "Than hobble faster! This might be about my family!" They arrived in the clearing.
They arrived in the clearing. "Lucas, Claus!" Flint ran over to the children. "Huh? Lucas, what's the matter?" Lucas was in tears. Claus was holding back some, trying to be tough, but it was showing through. "Perhaps it would be better if I broke the news to you, Flint." "What is it Bronson?" "Well, there's good news and bad news. The good news is, we found this Drago fang, it might make a good weapon…" "Tazmily's a peaceful place, why would we need weapons!" "The bad news is… We found it embedded… in Hinawa's chest." "…No… NO!" "I'm sorry, Flint." Flint flew into a rage, hurting everyone who tried to come near and stop him. Finally, Isaac cracked him over the head with the lumber he was carrying. Flint had fallen unconscious. Poor Lucas was devastated. Claus was trying his best to comfort him.
Flint woke up in the Tazmily jail. He felt dehydrated, and he had a terrible headache. "Bronson, please tell me that was all a dream, I got really drunk last night, did some things that people do while they're drunk, and you imprisoned me for that and I'm having a hangover…" "Is that seriously the best you could come up with to make yourself not believe your wife's dead?" "Yep." "Well, it wasn't a dream, I'm really sorry, Flint, but that was no excuse for hurting everyone. I'll come get you out later." Bronson left the jail. A while after Bronson left, Claus walked in. "Hey, dad." Claus said walking in, he had a slightly troubling smile on his face. "What are you cheesing about?" "I brought you an apple for breakfast." "Thanks… I guess." "I know it may be hard, but try to eat the core." "Sure…?" Claus began to walk to the door but stopped right before he went outside. "Dad, one day… I'm gonna be even stronger than you…" Flint began to eat the apple. "*Sigh* Dangit, Hinawa, I don't know what you put in those kids minds to make them think an apple wuld make anything better, but I wish you would've taken it out…" *CRUNCH!* "Ow… Wait, a nail file? Those kids are smarter than they look." Just as Flint finished breaking out of jail, the nail file broke.
Well, ending this on a slightly saddening note, we'll catch up with Flint next time, so we can hopefully get on to chapter two.