Chapter Cyber: Water Bucket
"Death to you!" screamed Chuck and he did a major blast. The striking hit of the energy was a bad connection to Chris. Chris got hitted with the ow.
"Ow, my owing self…" whined Chris and he began to weep despite being underwater already.
The leakage of Chris's Thorndyke ducts was causing very dangerous things to transpire within the room. It was about to burst from the pressure of the increasing volume. That is science for you!
"Crud pancakes!" roared Tanaka through his convenient gills. He socked Chuck with a hockey stick and said something in Canadian. This offended Chuck's heart of scientist.
"Why Tanaka?' asked Chuck and his whole life's savings.
"I am a warrior for justice and I disrespect your vile intentions!" replied the steaming butler of heroic intervention.
Chuck sighed and opened up a jar of pickles. The spears of vinegary cucumbers floated upwards and mingled with the salty waters surrounding them. Tanaka could taste the aura of the soggy products. He braced himself for Chuck's next OP manoeuver.
"Do you want to have killing?" expressed the righteous anger of Tanaka and his abs.
Chris began to cry more and more and the whole room exploded. The water rushed all throughout Station Squaw. It was a very Dartmouth day, it would appear.
"Dartmouth…" grumbled Chuck and he looked at the sad state of the lone pickles on the surface. Their dainty complexion was fading like the moonlight of telekinetic skunks.
ZOOM!
The power was here now…
"Grr…" grred Tanaka at Chuck, his adversary. He wanted justice so bad.
"This is bad…" whined Chris as his dopey tears of negativity began to pollute the sacred ponds around him. "I only wish that Sonic could be here!" He cried and wept more like a sobbing dolt.
Sonic was not coming. Sonic was a sleeping boy.
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