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"Sheen, God damn it!" Nick shouted while throwing nearby plate at the cupboard near Sheen's head.
Sheen placed his cookie back down on the plate and turned to face Nick. "What?" He then saw the girls running into the kitchen and pausing at the entrance, looking very confused. "Oh, yeah. My bad." He reached down to the floor and picked up his gun.
Cindy shoved her way to the front of the angry mob of girls. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Cindy screamed at the top of her lungs, her face red and her eyes blazing with hatred.
Jimmy took a step back, still keeping a careful grip on his sleeper rifle. "Um, well, it was a life or death situation, you see," he tried to say, his voice cracking every other word due to fear.
Betty tugged on Cindy's shirt and pointed to the unconscious girl on the floor. "Cind, look what they did to Emily," she whispered. "They killed her!"
Jimmy and Nick stared at each other, both silently cursing their luck. "Um, no, she's..." Jimmy started to explain, but Cindy cut him off.
"You're dead, you sick little freak!" she screamed at the top of her lungs while pulling a knife from a nearby drawer.
"Look!" Betty shouted while pointing upstairs. Ike and Carl could be seen looking down the stairwell.
Cindy was so furious that she could barely speak. "Get them all! Get them all!" she screamed while running towards Jimmy.
Betty and several of the girls stared at each other before running towards the stairs. Cindy and the remaining girls charged at Jimmy, Sheen, and Nick.
Sheen, realizing the mistake he had made a moment ago, decided to make up for this. "Take that!" he screamed while firing both rounds of his silencer rifle. Libby and Brittany fell to the floor. "That's not going to help our relationship," he groaned while staring at Libby lying motionless on the floor.
The three guys stared quickly at each other. Jimmy twirled his right hand in a circle and darted off to the living room, struggling to get past the mob of girls. Nick followed him, and Sheen ran into the bathroom and locked the door.
"I'm going to kill you!" Cindy screamed while chasing Jimmy. Jimmy ran as fast as he could and jumped over the couch. He landed on the coffee table, which collapsed as soon as he landed on it.
"I can explain!" Jimmy shouted while rolling out of the way just as Cindy pounced down onto the floor beside him. "It's a funny story, really!" he shouted while running through the living room and through a hallway.
The rest of the girls stayed behind with Nick for two reasons. One, they sensed that Jimmy and Cindy had to fight by themselves. And two, Cindy was seriously freaking them out.
"Ladies, um, hey," Nick squeaked while nervously flipping his hair, which landed in a heap over his eyes.
The girls glared at him before charging at him. Nick fired off the remaining round of his gun at the girls, which knocked one down. The other swarmed around him. "Back off!" he screamed while pulling a real gun out of his pocket.
The girls cautiously stood back while holding their hands in the air. Nick fired a warning shot straight up in the air. "Now I am leaving, ok? No funny business," he said, his hands shaking.
Brittany looked up at the ceiling where he had just aimed the gun. There wasn't a bullet hole. She then noticed the orange cap on top of the gun. "That's a cap gun, isn't it?"
Nick gulped and made a dash for the door, but the swarm of girls easily overpowered him before he made it halfway there.
Jimmy desperately ran down the hall and turned into a nearby room. He dared a look behind him and saw an enraged Cindy not far behind. "Damn it!" he screamed while tripping over an ottoman and falling flat on his face.
Cindy jumped on top of him and landed right on his gut. Jimmy tried to scream, but the wind had been knocked out of him. Cindy stared down at him and then at the knife, which she quickly threw across the room, realizing that that had been a rather bad idea.
"Ok, you're calming down. That's good," Jimmy said with a smile.
Cindy drew back her fist and hit him as hard as she could right in the mouth. He slammed his head against the floor. He tried to ignore the sour taste of blood in his mouth.
"What the hell did you do!" she screamed while he gently kicked her off of him and scrambled to his feet. They both stood five feet from each other, carefully circling around the room.
"Did I ever tell you that you are absolutely adorable when you're stark-raving mad?" he said as sweetly as he could.
Cindy screamed and charged at him, but he dove on the ground and rolled right into a wall headfirst. He was trying to stop the room from spinning around when Cindy approached him and struck him hard in the side of the head.
Meanwhile, Sheen was reloading his rifle and hiding in the bathroom. "Ok, ok, it's going to be fine," he tried to comfort himself. He sat down on the toilet for several moments, waiting for the door to swing open. As more time flew by, he became irritated. "Oh, so I'm not good enough to capture!" he angrily shouted while throwing his hands up in the air.
He pulled the walkie-talkie out of his pocket and flipped it on. "Sheen here. This is Estavez. Get the hell out of here. We've been found. Get out!" he shouted into the radio. He listened, but there was nothing but static on the other end. He angrily threw the walkie-talkie against the wall. "Damn it," he whispered while kicking the toilet.
Alright, just make a beeline for the door. Get the heck out of this house and lie low for a few weeks. He grabbed his gun and slowly opened the door. He peeked his head out and saw nobody in the kitchen. He stepped out and closed the door behind him.
"You too, Ultradork," Cindy said while appearing from behind the open door.
"Mommy!" Sheen shouted as Cindy began to attack him.