How Does He Live Like That? 11

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I'm back again people but I'm still not any warmer than I was last time. *sniffs* Achoo! My aching fingers! Here I am, freezing my fingers off for you guys and do I get any pity? No. I get deaths threats for not writing fast enough. Do I get any credit? No. I DON'T EVEN GET PAID! Sorry if I offended any of you, it's just that my fingers feel like they are going to bust off any second. Living up north has disadvantages.

Thanks for the reviews peeps! Achooo!

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The Blade Breakers slowly walked into their room wearily. Max slumped against the wall.

"I guess going outside with Tyson wasn't such a good idea." He said to himself.

"I know what you mean." Said Ray, coming into the room and dragging Tyson (in Kai's body) in behind him.

"That was a close one if you ask me." Said the Chief.

"Where's Kai?" asked Max.

"He's still in the bathroom. I guess you shouldn't of made him eat all those burgers, Chief. He may be in Tyson's body, but that doesn't mean that he can eat like him." Answered Ray.

"What happened exactly?" asked Kenny.

"Well, it all started when Tyson followed me out of the restaurant," started Max.

~Whirlpool Effect~

"C'mon. Hurry up, Tyson." Said Max, anxious to get his friend out of the restaurant with all of the 'tempting' food.

"I'm coming. Sheesh." Replied Tyson, slowly walking out.

"So, do you want to check out the arcade? I heard they've got some fantastic new ones out." Said Max, trying to get Tyson's mind off the fact that he wasn't allowed to eat any more food.

"Okay. Let's go then. I wonder if they fixed that pinball machine yet. I can't wait to tackle that again." Exclaimed Tyson.

'Good. It's working." Thought Max. Then they started walking down towards the arcade. On the way there, though, Max spied a hot-dog vendor, parked near the entrance.

'Uh oh.' He thought. 'I'd better not let Tyson see those.'

"Hey Tyson! Look over there!" shouted Max, pointing to something behind him, in the opposite direction as the Hot-dog stand.

"Where?" asked Tyson, turning around. Suddenly, as quick as lightening, Max tackled Tyson and rolled then straight towards the arcade. They knocked the door down and rolled inside. Once inside, they got untangled and Tyson slowly got to his feet.

"What in the world was that for?" asked Tyson angrily. Max shrugged and looked as innocent as possible.

"Sorry about that, I guess I tripped." He said. Then he took a small look around the arcade.

'Oh my god! There's a snack machine in here!' he thought frantically. 'I better not let Tyson see that too!'

"Um, hey Tyson, I just got a great idea! Let's go to the um...THE GIFT SHOP instead! Let's go!" shouted Max.

"But we just got here, and I wanted to play some games." Protested Tyson. Max couldn't help but notice that Tyson's eyes were wandering again.

"WECANCOMEBACKLATERSOLET'SJUSTGORIGHTNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" shouted Max hurriedly and grabbed Tyson by the arm a literally dragged him out.

(A/N WE CAN COME BACK LATER SO LET'S JUST GO RIGHT NOW!)

"MAX! SLOW DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Tyson.

~A little later~

"Wow! Look at all this neat stuff!" said Max, peering excitedly between the many shelves. "What do you think, Tyson?" asked Max. Tyson just glanced around.

"Um, okay I guess." He replied absent-mindedly search for something. Then his eyes slowly traveled towards the window. And he saw, a GIGANTIC stuffed Turkey behind the window off a butcher's store. His eyes started going swirly as if hypnotized.

"Hey Tyson, check this out!" (A/N I guess I already put way too many of those in this chapter, eh?) called Max but he heard no reply. "Tyson?" he asked, turning around. Then he saw him in his trance-like state.

"TYSON!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he shouted as he saw him run towards the 'Turkey', smashing the window in the process, frightening everyone else in the store Ten years out of their lives. The lady at the counter was screaming. The woman near the window had fainted. Max ran after Tyson in hot pursuit. When he got to the edge of the street, he froze in horror. Tyson was now tearing across the street and weaving in and out of the traffic.

"TYSON STOP BEFORE YOU GET HURT!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Max again but Tyson didn't even seem to hear him. All of the cars and truck drivers saw him running across the street and swerved out of the way to avoid him but most of them ended up crashing into walls and houses or into each other. By the time Tyson got to the other side of the road, the whole street, once filled with un-suspecting drivers, was now mostly in ruins. Max's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Oh my god..." he muttered. Just then police sirens could be heard in the distance.

~Whirlpool Effect~

"Holy cow." Said Ray. "I had no idea all this happened. How could I of been so ignorant?"

"That's because he exaggerated a little. Only one truck swerved off the road and hit a Comic store. One guy had to be sent to the hospital." Said Tyson.

"Hey! When did you wake up?" asked Kenny.

"About twenty seconds ago." He replied.

"So what happened next?" asked the Chief. Tyson shrugged.

"Nothing much. The cops came and tried to haul us off to jail." Said Max. "But then someone said it was this other old guy so I guess we got away pretty safely."

"I guess today didn't go as smoothly as planned. Let's hope nothing else goes wrong today." Said Kenny, yawning a bit. "Well goodnight guys."

"Goodnight." Everyone else said as they headed to their beds.

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ACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!