JUDITH STRIKES HIGHLAND!
By Charles RB
It was an awesome day. They'd managed to find a whole four – better, three crickets! Whomph! Fire! Yay!
And then, whoa, cool! This building, like, went BOOOOM!
"That was hardcore!" said Daria.
"Heh heh, yeah!" chuckled Quinn. "Hey, you think something else will go up next?"
"Hur hur, that'd rock! Maybe it'd, like, be the gas station and then it could, y'know, make other things go-" She made an explosion gesture and a flatulent sound.
"Heh heh heh heh, that sounded like a fart!"
"Yeah! Hur hur hur!"
Then this totally badass looking dudette in a red cloak showed up with, like, this huuuuuuuuge gun thing!
Daria stared in awe. "Duuuuuuuuuuuude."
"Yeah, that's... whooooaaaaaa."
"Hey, lady, can we, like, borrow it? We want to... do some helpful... chores. Like, that car down there is totally parked wrong, we should get rid of it!" Daria mimed shooting. "Kprrrrr! Boooom!"
The red chick was now pointing the gun at Daria, and she could like see inside it and all!
"Hey, Quinn, look! There's, like, some red stains in here!"
"Heh heh! That's cool!"
"Hey, lady, you're like one of those..." She struggled to remember the term. "See... Eye... Gay enforcers? Hur hur hur hur, I said gay."
"Heh heh heh heh heh!"
Then the chick just grinned and said: "Oh, I don't think you should have the mercy of death." (Whoa, words? Must be some brain or something. Bleurh!)
Then she vanished! Poof! (Hur hur, poof)
"Hey, Daria, let's find some slugs!"
"Hur hur, yeah, burning slugs is cool!"