Burt cocked his riffle and prepared to climb up the ladder. Everyone,
except Rex and DS, protested this act of stupidity.
"Look, I'm not going COMPLETELY out. Just take a peak, see what's going on." Burt said, waving them off with his hand.
Burt forced open the door and peered out through the opening. He surveyed the small area he could see and noticed remains of meat, and potato chip bags blowing in the wind. Burt's face scrunched in anger and he slammed the door, climbing back down into the shelter.
"Apparently the Shriekers got hold of some food products." Burt announced to the frightened crowd. "The only possible way for them to obtain all that food is if SOMEONE..." Burt emphasized that last part, glaring at Rex and Dark Sonic, "..gave it to them."
"This is too much to handle alone, if they evolved we need help. Call the local law enforcement or something." Burt said, growing angry from being nervous. He walked up to Rex and looked into his grinning face.
"I hope you're happy." Burt seethed through clenched teeth. If the situation didn't call for it, Burt would've shot the bastard right there on the spot.
Burt ignored all these thoughts as he walked over towards the phone. He picked it up and dialed. After a few minuets, a voice on the other end answered.
"Yes this is Burt Gummer again. We have an AssBlaster problem." Burt listened for a few seconds. "Yes I know you need Shriekers to get AssBlasters." Burt listened again. "Yes! I know you need Graboids for Shriekers! Look it's hard to explain, just send help!" Burt hung up the phone and walked back to Rex.
"You better pray for your ass. If this doesn't work, so help me..." Burt shook his head and walked off before he did anything he would regret.
Everyone took the time to adjust to the light of outside again, after being cooped up in that shelter. They looked around and saw the mangled Viper, the Doritos bags flying through the air, and rotting meat from what the Shriekers have eaten.
"MY BABY!" A voice cried. Rex burst through the crowd and ran up, hugging the hood of his destroyed Viper.
Everyone was sort of creeped out at this sight, especially since he started whispering to it.
"Don't worry baby. I'll make you a new body. One better than before. And me and Cindy, and DS, and Max can all party with you baby. Don't die on me! I'll take you to Vegas and we will all party together! I swear! Just don't die!"
DS got in the passenger side and sat there with his legs out the open door.
"If you love her so much, why don't you marry her?" he commented.
"Who Cindy?" Rex asked. "I'm not ready."
"No the car." DS said pointing to the dash in front of him.
Rex gave DS a look of sarcastic humor. A faint smile on his face.
"Everyone! We got ourselves an AssBlaster hunt!" Burt declared.
"Look, I'm not going COMPLETELY out. Just take a peak, see what's going on." Burt said, waving them off with his hand.
Burt forced open the door and peered out through the opening. He surveyed the small area he could see and noticed remains of meat, and potato chip bags blowing in the wind. Burt's face scrunched in anger and he slammed the door, climbing back down into the shelter.
"Apparently the Shriekers got hold of some food products." Burt announced to the frightened crowd. "The only possible way for them to obtain all that food is if SOMEONE..." Burt emphasized that last part, glaring at Rex and Dark Sonic, "..gave it to them."
"This is too much to handle alone, if they evolved we need help. Call the local law enforcement or something." Burt said, growing angry from being nervous. He walked up to Rex and looked into his grinning face.
"I hope you're happy." Burt seethed through clenched teeth. If the situation didn't call for it, Burt would've shot the bastard right there on the spot.
Burt ignored all these thoughts as he walked over towards the phone. He picked it up and dialed. After a few minuets, a voice on the other end answered.
"Yes this is Burt Gummer again. We have an AssBlaster problem." Burt listened for a few seconds. "Yes I know you need Shriekers to get AssBlasters." Burt listened again. "Yes! I know you need Graboids for Shriekers! Look it's hard to explain, just send help!" Burt hung up the phone and walked back to Rex.
"You better pray for your ass. If this doesn't work, so help me..." Burt shook his head and walked off before he did anything he would regret.
Everyone took the time to adjust to the light of outside again, after being cooped up in that shelter. They looked around and saw the mangled Viper, the Doritos bags flying through the air, and rotting meat from what the Shriekers have eaten.
"MY BABY!" A voice cried. Rex burst through the crowd and ran up, hugging the hood of his destroyed Viper.
Everyone was sort of creeped out at this sight, especially since he started whispering to it.
"Don't worry baby. I'll make you a new body. One better than before. And me and Cindy, and DS, and Max can all party with you baby. Don't die on me! I'll take you to Vegas and we will all party together! I swear! Just don't die!"
DS got in the passenger side and sat there with his legs out the open door.
"If you love her so much, why don't you marry her?" he commented.
"Who Cindy?" Rex asked. "I'm not ready."
"No the car." DS said pointing to the dash in front of him.
Rex gave DS a look of sarcastic humor. A faint smile on his face.
"Everyone! We got ourselves an AssBlaster hunt!" Burt declared.