The evil flaming canine landed on the ground floor ahead of Takeo with a loud thud, but not at all shaken. It started charging full speed at the Japanese captain. Takeo, showing know fear, lined up the sights of the Stakeout with the Hellhound's head, and fired, causing the hound to explode and vaporize. He pumped the weapon, causing the now empty shell to eject, and waited for the next dog.

Upstairs, Nikolai did the same with the Olympia, excluding the pumping.

And from further upstairs, all that was heard was long bursts of gunfire, followed by an explosion and a maniacal laugh. Maybe they kept Richtofen away from his favorite toy a little too long, Takeo thought. Now he seems to be enjoying it a little too much.

But hey, this just makes it easier for them and tougher on the zombies.

"I will not succumb to you!" Takeo shouted as he blasted yet another hound.

It was quiet for a few moments. There must only be a few hounds left, or they were upstairs attempting to maul Richtofen. Emphasis on 'attempting'. "Mommy said not to hurt animals anymore. So I vill hurt zhem so horribly zhey vill not feel it! NYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

After that was more bursts of gunfire and explosions.

Takeo chuckled. "Never mess with the Doctor, you foul beasts!"

One Hellhound escaped Richtofen's mini-massacre. It came sprinting down the stairs from the upper hall, and right at Nikolai.

The Russian had the dog lined up perfectly in his sights, when he thought of an extremely daring idea. "Hey," He thought. "I never actually tried 'fetch the grenade' on one of the dogs before. . . I'm gonna try it!" With that, he took out a fragmentation grenade, and pulled the pin off as he stood up. "Hey demon, spawn, FETCH THE GRENADE!"

Nikolai threw the frag grenade as hard as he could over to the far side of the room, which landed near the MP40 on the wall. To Nikolai's shock, the Hellhound actually went and chased the grenade! "Whoa." He commented. "I actually didn't expect that."

Takeo noticed that a live frag grenade seemed to have fallen from the sky and landed across the room. Peculiar, he thought. Until he heard Nikolai laughing upstairs.

"Idiot." Takeo said under his breath.

The Hellhound came galloping down the steps to the lower part of the room. Takeo was very dumbfounded to see that the hound actually retrieved the live grenade. "So they really do fetch."

He continued to watch as the dog began starting back up the steps it used to come down, carrying the live grenade in its mouth. "But did Nikolai forget that the whole point of fetch is the part where they bring it back?"

Nikolai watched as the Hellhound trotted back to him with the grenade still in its mouth. When it reached Nikolai, it halted in front of him, and dropped the frag grenade at his feet.

Nikolai did not take this part into thought. "Well, shi-"

This was probably the most terror Dempsey had felt in years. He was actually almost scared! He felt the fear tear at his nerves after not seeing a Hellhound search its way around the corner for some time. No matter though. He was just feeling a little peevish that at any moment a Hellhound could walk around the corner and he would only have a split second to pull the trigger. That's just for the reflexes involved. Weather the bullet hit the dog or not was a different story.

But hell, Tank Dempsey is a legendary soldier! He actually isn't afraid at all, and his reflexes were as sharp as ever, despite him missing one or two hounds. Whenever that happened, he simply wrestled it to the floor and finished to off with his knife.

"Thanks for saying that, narrator." Tank replied. "It almost made up for the previous paragraph where you made me sound weak."

Anytime!

Another lone Hellhound sniffed its way around the corner. Before it even saw Dempsey, a bullet flew through it, causing it to explode. In the spot where it vanished, a floating golden ammunition box with a green glow appeared.

"At last!" Dempsey sighed. he was almost out of ammo. He hastily ejected the now empty L96A1 magazine, and inserted a new one. Upon finishing, Tank walked into the floating ammo box and he received many new magazines for his L96 and his M1911.

"MAX AMMO!" The Demonic Announcer notified.

"Phew-wee!" Tank cheered. "Eat it, voice! Another round over and still unscathed!"

There was no response from the Demonic Announcer.

"Hello?" Tank called. "Ya there?"

Takeo walked upstairs while loading new shells into his shotgun. All the way over at the opposite corner of the room, Nikolai was blackened, along with the rest of the corner. He lay there in second chance mode. "Hello! I could use some HELP!" The drunk Soviet called.

The Japanese captain slowly walked as far as the doorway to the upper hall, and stopped, then leaned on the wall next to it. He was carrying a smug expression on his face. "So Nikolai," he teased, "I saw that you-OOF!"

Dr. Richtofen randomly came charging down the stairs and knocked into Takeo again. "Vatch vhre I'm going!" Richtofen advised to Takeo.

"My apologies, Doctor." Replied Takeo.

"Nikolai, my friend!" Richtofen greeted. "You need ze Doctor's help here, ja?" Richtofen proceeded to revive his Russian 'friend' before he had a chance to respond to his seemingly rhetorical question.

Nikolai sighed while returning to his feet. "Well, it did fetch it!"

"Ve vill make sure ze doggies pay for their ignorance, Nikolai." He continued, completely disregarding Nikolai's last statement.

"Meh, I don't really care too much about the dogs." Nikolai loaded two fresh shells into his Olympia shotgun. "I just want to find Dempsey and-"

"Oh ja! Dempsey! Oh I do hope my pretties haven't eaten him up juuuuust yet, ja?"

". . .Uh, yeah. Right. Sure." He slid a new PM63 magazine into his PM63 (What else would he load a PM63 mag into?). "We really should get going. We'll get overrun real quickly if we stay here."

"Ah, ja. Ve must continue on. . .JA INDEED!" Without taking anymore considerations, the deranged Nazi ran down the stairs and over to the destroyed wall. He opened the dressing room 'door' just beyond it, and ran into the dressing room, laughing hysterically.

Takeo and Nikolai simply watched in silence for a moment. "Well," Nikolai eventually said, breaking the awkward silence. "Looks like he lost it."

"When did he ever have 'it'?" Takeo answered.

"Howdy! Hey! Hola!" Still no response from the Demonic Announcer. "YO VOICE!"

The sound of a toilet flush echoed through the room. "Ah, that's better." The Demonic Announcer commented in relief.

Dempsey was so flustered at this sight (well, sound) that he could not think up any reply of any sort. "Didn't know you could do. . .THAT."

"Oh. Well, yeah. I got bored of you just sitting in one spot, so I figured I could treat that like one of them 'commercial breaks' that are always happening on the television."

Dempsey still couldn't think of much to say. "Okay well, whatever. I would really prefer not to get into this subject."

"Alright, I had something to tell you. Now what was it. . ."

"Oh, has the GREAT and POWERFUL voice forgotten what-"

"OH YES! While I was gone answering the call of duty (har har), I took a look at the reviews page for this fan fiction."

"Hey! What did I say about the not me fourth wall-breaking!"

"Well I also saw that YOU broke the fourth wall earlier in this chapter. So It's my duty to make everything uneven again. BUT ANYWAY, I noticed that one person pointed out that you have been quickscoping."

"You can't be serious."

"I'll have you know that quickscoping is not allowed in Call of Duty: Black Ops. Heck, it's not even possible! Therefore, I'm going to have to ban you."

"Sweet! No more being stuck here!"

The Demonic Announcer was surprised at this sight. It thought Dempsey would be very disturbed by this, but now it realized that Dempsey was serving some great entertainment. Besides, the Demonic Announcer realized that banning would more than likely help Dempsey solve his dilemma with being trapped in this room. ". . . . . . . FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE! You can stay. But ONLY because you're so amusing!"

Dempsey was just about to throw a party practically, because it sounded like a compliment from the Demonic Announcer. Then, however, he realized otherwise. "You suck worse than Richtofen! Well, almost worse. Maybe around the same, but still! You suck so much it only takes you a third of a lick to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop! And beyond! Way to derail the whole story."

The Demonic Announcer laughed. "OH YOU!"

And that's where the title of this chapter comes from!

Kudos to Headstrong91 for making that there possible!