And so we packed up our precious, precious stuff and bid the town a fond farewell.
"Where to now?" I asked Matt.
"Uh… that way!" he pointed in a random direction.
I sure hoped Matt knew what he was doing. I'd never traveled more than a couple miles away from _____ (ya know, the town with no name).
"A-marchin' we will go! A-marchin we will go! Hie ho th-"
"Shut the hell up!"
It went on like that for a long time. We walked, and walked… and walked, living of the local nuke-veggies.
--SUDDENLY!--
"Well, hello there kiddies!" came a sinister voice from the bushes.
A large man in frayed armor composed of anything solid emerged from out of hiding. Another man came with him.
"I hope you don't mind us helping ourselves to your belongings?"
"Piss off, a-hole," Matt said fearlessly.
"I think you need to be taught a lesson. Lester, advance on them."
"Lester? Psh hahaha! Wow, no other name could strike so much fear into us…." I said.
They drew forth switchblades and started "advancing on us."
"Just a second please!" Matt said in a sing-song voice.
We rummaged through our precious, precious stuff and brought out or boom-sticks.
"Guns vs. knives?… hmm… run like hell, Lester!"
They ran off from whence they came, but not before Matt shot the big, annoying guy in the foot.
"Kids with guns are dangerous, ya know!"