"Now look what you did, Grug. You killed the commander." said R2-D2 , standing over the burnt corpse of the red commander.
Grug
poked at corpse, and gigantic tears fromed in his bowling-ball sized
eyes.
Grug
quietly sat down, and then threw the biggest crying fit to ever grace
the history of the universe, and a certain Italian's pumber's
green-clad brother was also flung in to a new world. But that is also
another story for another time.
While Grug was throwing his tantrum, the rest of the red team had dived for shelter.
John Alley ducked underneath a Scorpion Tank.
R2-D2 sought shelter in the underground bunkers.
Hippie simply turned up the volume on his CD player.
The forementioned Ghost Rider was busy being dead.
May 23rd, 2555.
10:37 PM
"Chick Magent, you hear that?"
"You mean the ungodly loud crying from the red base?"
"That, and the 9.7 earthquake that's happening right now."
"Shouldn't we be running?"
"Running is overrated."
"But we'll die."
"Pansy, your new name is now Gay McGayserson"
"All I said was-"
" Shut up, or I'll demote you Dragqueen McDraggerson."
""
"Hey, it stopped."
"I'm going to kill you all."
"Who the hell was that?"
Grug's crying was now nothing more than the occasional sniffle.
John Alley looked at the corpse, and said, "I learned some Blalck Magic a while back. I could bring him back."
R2-D2 raised an eyebrow. "From who?" he asked.
"Some guy named Stan. Or was it Stanan? Bah, I don't remember. His house was hotter than anything I'd ever felt, though." he answered.
John's eyes suddenly lit up.
"I will need 3 cups of gold coins, a cold fusion reactor, 67 pounds of sugar, and a cat!" he said as he suddenly ran off muttering something about needing virgin's blood.
"Grug may have the IQ of a turnip, but Grug know this bad idea." Grug said simply.