Well here is chapter number four. I hope to have this finished before Christmas definitely before the new year. Remember to Review because those are always nice. Besides I'm updating this fucking story why shouldn't I get an extra review? I don't know either. But you let me know.
"Sir it seems there is a stationwagon approaching the surface. What would you have me do?"
"Shutup you little prick! God fucking dammit. I already knew this you dumb fuck!"
"So what should we do?"
"Let them land you queer! God do I have spell it out for you? Are you that retarded?"
"No sir.. Sorry sir.."
"Quit apologizing you little pussy! That's what gets you killed."
"Okay sir.."
"Guys what the hell is that above Sauria?" Whitefur pointed at a big huge battle cruiser just hovering above Sauria's moon.
"I don't know man. Is it in the information packet?" Wombo asked
Tyronos flipped through it "No man.. Nothing useful." he tossed it in the back
"Well dudes we have two options we can either go towards the big ship or we can go around it and go onto the planet. It's a democracy here. All those in favor of going towards the ship say 'Aye'"
It was silent the only thing being heard was the purr of the engine. "All of those opposed? Say 'Ah Hell Nah!'"
"Ah Hell Nah!" Tyronos said expressing his dissatisfaction
"Ah Hell Nah!" Whitefur repeated
"Seems we're going on the planet. Fasten your seatbelts I am not getting another ticket for that bullshit again." They all then put on their seatbelts and descended towards the planet.
It was beautiful the planet's surface the sun was shining bright and strong, the trees greener then the finest weed, the sky and water bluer than a naked smurf.
"Tyronos check for StarFox's ships it should make it easier for us to find them and understand what the heck is going on." Wombo suggested
Tyronos opened the glove compartment which had a super computer in it. He put the sun blocker down which was a HUD. "What was their I.D. again?" Tyronos asked
"It's the same in Halo Reach bro SF64." Whitefur reminded him.
"Oh yeah, hey remember when you tossed a lucky plasma grenade and it killed them?"
Whitefur scoffed "It wasn't luck, just pure skill." Tyronos shook his head and rolled his eyes he then proceeded to type in the tag. The screen told him "Please wait a minute while we decide whether or not to cooperate..." Tyronos pulled a gun on it "Fine! We'll do it! God fucking asshole gotta pull a gun on a computer."
"Where did you get that?" Wombo asked
Tyronos looked at it in amazement "I've had this gun since I was six. I killed my whole entire family with it and never looked back." The other two vulpines looked at him bewildered. Tyronos busted out laughing the other two started laughing kind of scared hoping that it was just a joke. Ty stopped laughing abruptly, they still laughed a bit more but soon stopped too. "That was a joke."
"Oh good you had us going for a while." Whitefur said relieved that it was truly a joke. Tyronos went back to the screen when it beeped and said "I found them good sirs. Now where is my cookie?"
"YOU DON'T GET A COOKIE!" Tyronos yelled "COOKIES ARE FOR US! YOU CAN'T HAZ COOKIE!"
"... Awww..." The computer shut off leaving a blank screen
"Where does it want us to go?" Wombo asked
"Go left you should see their ships on the ground."
"How many of them are there?"
"Just one."
"What? What happened to the rest of StarFox? They usually go together don't they?" Whitefur asked concerned
"Well yeah back when everything was all cool. See from what I heard from Falco. Fox pushed Krystal away in order to protect her." Tyronos explained
"Well what about the rest of them?"
"Well Peppy became the General of the Cornerian military after Pepper died of Testicular Cancer and AIDS." Tyronos continued "Slippy was too fucking clumsy and he slipped on a bannana and fell right into a meat grinder. Remember when we had that meat scare? That was Slippy's doing. Falco left because apparently they were cramping his style."
"Cramping his style? What style? He can't shoot for shit in any of the video games. All he has is an attitude problem. He thinks he's the bees knees when in all honesty the player could probably go through all of the levels without any of his help." Whitefur argued
"You make a good point but this is Falco we're talking about so the game developers probably wanted a diverse cast of characters with their own strengths and weaknesses. Falco must've gotten the short end of the nipple and just epic failed."
"Well whatever he has shit for a style and is actually a prick. Not that fun of a guy. Always putting people down believing he should be the main character. Fuck him."
"Shit here is an Arwing!" Wombo exclaimed. He applied the brakes and stopped the stationwagon slowly bringing it down close to the Arwing. When he felt it reach the ground he put in park and turned Beast Mode off. They left the stationwagon and Whitefur climbed up on the Arwing thinking maybe the owner was inside of it.
"Guys no one is here." Whitefur informed them
Wombo kicked the ground "Well shit! Now what do we do? Those Russians failed at telling us what to do." Whitefur looked around at the space that they had. They were in an open circle which was surrounded by trees. He looked behind him and noticed a trail of boots. "GUYS! I think I found something." He jumped off of the Arwing and followed the trail which lead right into the forest. He was joined by Tyronos and Wombo who also noticed the shoe prints.
"Maybe he went this way." Tyronos suggested. They looked at each other then at the shoe prints.
"Well... Only one way to find out." Wombo then walked off into the forest. The other two vulpines looked at each other.
"Ladies first." Whitefur said holding out his arms
Tyronos chuckled then grabbed his arm and threw him into the forest he then heard "NOT FUNNY ASSHOLE!" He then followed after the two into the deep forest.
Cool fourth chapter. These are coming quick for a reason. Because I hate doing two stories at the same time. But I would love to do two chicks at the same time. Ladies? No? Alright anyway expect the next chapter to come either Monday or Tuesday. See ya then!