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"GOD WHY DOES TRAFFIC HAVE TO SUCK?" Wombo yelled due to years of having road rage and finally letting it release and spread to Ty's and Whitefur's good mood.

"Because your mom is all like 'NOM NOM NOM!'" Ty retorted they both looked at him with a look that said You're-an-Idiot "I am not an idiot.."

"Dude we'll never make it to the homeless shelter if traffic sucks this much ass." Whitefur stated

"I know that.. Do you think?" Wombo looked at his companions for the ok. They both nodded their head and simultaneously said "Do it.." He looked down and there was a big red button that said "Beast Mode." and in even smaller lettering "Use Beast Mode only in dire situations."

Wombo pressed it and the car stirred a little, none of them looked even a little bit phased.

"Budada bu da!" Darrel was listening to his favorite song to help him get through the terrible traffic jam. He was a little creeped out by the stationwagon which was black and had red pinstripes across the side.. Kinda reminded him of the A-Team's van except dumber and even so far as to unnecessary. But he shrugged it off and went back to his song he was singing "I was Like Baby Baby OH! Baby Baby Baby OH! Baby.. Baby.. What the fuck?" He looked to his right and the stationwagon was transforming right in front of his eyes. He thought it was that hit of acid he took earlier but that was like a day ago and he was pretty sure that it had taken his course but he thought he ran over a unicorn covered in mini chainsaws earlier. The car started sprouting wings which crashed right through his window and screwed up the right of his car easily not even getting a scratch on the wing. It came extremely close to his face. It started lifting up his car and he was scared he opened up his car door and tried to jump out of the car but was too much of a chicken shit to do anything. So he stayed and then the engines from the other car thing started revving and in no time he was flying at speeds of one hundred and forty-five miles per hour. He couldn't take that so he flew out the side of car.

"Dude! There was a baby blue Prius hanging off the side of the stationwagon! A dude flew out of the side! Do you have any idea what you've done?" Tyronos said freaking out

"It's alright dude.." Wombo said calmly

"How is it alright?"

"Because my good friend he was listening to Justin Bieber and singing along to his stupid auto-tuned voice so whatever. One less little faggot who listens to that shit is fine with me."

"Oh. That makes it alright then." He sat back in his seat and looked out the window "Well hurry up and let's not get pulled over by the co-" He was interrupted by sirens that sounded like a mariachi band.

"FUCK! Why of all days do we have to get pulled over!" Wombo yelled out in agony

They heard an authorative voice coming from the light of the sirens "Pull over the vechicle or we will light you up.. That is a promise."

"Extra violent today huh?" Tyronos asked

"DUDE! What are we going to do? If we get arrested the homeless will have to wait longer for their soup and stale bread." Whitefur said hysterically

"Calm down! I got dis!" Wombo parked over on a side street and shut off the stationwagon and waited for the officer. There was a tap on the window he pulled it down and asked "What seems to be the problem officer?" He looked up at the officer who was wearing the stereotypical big black sunglasses and wearing his bike helmet. The officer took off his sunglasses and raised up a picture of a little boy and asked "Do you know John Connor?"

Wombo yelled as did Tyronos and Whitefur they all looked at each other turning their direction towards each other. Wombo turned the key and quickly left the scene all of them scared for their lives.

Wombo looked behind him and the officer only glared at them "I think we're going to be ok." Wombo said trying to reassure everyone

"What was that all about?" asked Whitefur a little freaked out from their experience

"That my good friend was fucked. That was a terminator reference and I swear to god whoever is writing this pathetic attempt at humor does not send another one of those because I would be pissed."

"... What?" Whitefur looked at him extremely confused as to what he just said. Especially the last part. This was real life there isn't some loser sitting up in his room typing on a busted ass laptop praying to god that he doesn't lose what he is typing because if the power cord even slightly moves there goes the power to the laptop and seeing as what he uses doesn't save what he writes without saving goes away and therefore his audience suffers. "Well... I'd hate to be that John Connor kid.."

Tyronos nodded "Yeah but I'm sure whoever he is can handle himself." Tyronos said reassuring himself and Whitefur "So.. Wombo how far are we?" He heard the engine turn off "We're here!"

"Oh.." He said surprised at how the authour decided not to put in some more fill even though he is sitting in school doing nothing except of what is for lunch and what his teacher would like in a bikini because damn that bitch is hot! So in all honesty he should've put in some more stuff to make for a better story and a better read for his audience but he is too lazy so whatever. He shrugged it off and left the stationwagon and ran after Whitefur and Wombo. They opened the doors and noticed something was off.. Like the lights. They were grabbed by some unknown force but it felt like big Russian arms. Because Russian arms are big and Russians eat their young if they aren't strong enough to continue living all by themselves... Proven fact.

"Whoa! What the fuck gives?" Wombo yelled in desperation. He was immediately punched in the face by a big Russian fist because Russians get mad if you ask questions in desperation.

"Shut up Comrade or I will shoot you where you stand!" an angry booming Russian voice threatened because Russians do that and everything else stated earlier is also true. Why? Because it makes for a good harmless stereotypical joke.

They were forced to take a seat and were immediately tied up in uncomfortable seats. You know the kind when you can feel your ass bones on when you sit down. Those ones anyway a calm voice spoke to them "We need your help."

Whitefur looked at where the voice came "You know you could've just came to our place and asked us right? We're there twenty-four-seven."

"Shit really?"

"Yeah.." They all said in unison all answering the question

"Shit... Let them go!"

They immediately felt their hands become free

"Follow me! There is much to be done!"

Chapter two of this ridiculous story. Honestly I didn't expect it to get this far. Lol. The chapters are going to be short and sweet and right down to the point. Just so you know.