Chapter
6.
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Pansy's
legs were tied to a pole, as he was carried down Sidewinder cliff.
For some reason, the reds were wearing tribal attire.
"Uhhhh...Why
are you dressed like that?" asked Pansy, resisting the urge to
laugh.
The
reds stopped dead in their tracks. Their eyes went wide, and they
started talking amongst one another. John Alley finally looked at
Pansy.
"We
have a reason...We just don't remember it..."
Pansy was biting his lip so hard to resist to laugh that blood was coming out of his mouth.
Grug's eyes went wide. "Let's eat 'em!" he suggested.
Pansy's laughter came to a train-wreck stop as he turned a shade of white that would make casper look like coal. He sputtered, "E-Eat me?"
R2-D2 put a hand on Pansy's shoulder. "Don't worry, he gets like that." said R2-D2.
John Alley and Hippie were about to start carrying Pansy when Grug just stood there.
"C'mon dude, help us lift this guy." said Hippie, straining to lift Pansy in his still-equipped armor.
Grug
just stood there.
"Get
a move on, peanuts-for-brains!" barked John.
Grug
still stood there.
R2-D2
was concerned about his negative IQ buddy.
"You
alright, Grug?" asked R2-D2.
Grug then opened his mouth. He opened it to the size of an open umbrella, exposing his rotten teeth and gigantic tounge.
"GRUG FEEL THE NEED. THE NEED TO FEED!" he roared.
The last thought to go through the red teams' mind was:
"Damnit,
didn't Grug have a dentist?"
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The Red Commander had killed Leon in about 3 seconds, and proceeded to defile his remains.
May
23rd, 2555
7:45
AM
"Well, he killed Leon." "Ain't that a B?" "Wait, what the hell is he doing to his...Oh my god..." "MY SWEET VRGIN EYES!" "I just lost all faith in humanity." "Welcome to the club."
Elsewhere, a certain dead ghost rider was laughing his ass off.