Gathering a whole bunch of reviews for this silly idea that came to me.. Makes me feel good.. I was wondering.. How do you guys feel about a sequel to this?
"Sir they've been boarded and they are making their way down towards the dungeon. What would you have us do?"
"DO I HAVE TO SPELL THIS SHIT OUT FOR YOU? I AM GOING TO DEAL WITH THEM MYSELF!"
He was pushed out of the way into the wall "Yes sir... Sorry sir.." and watched his lord leave him
"Guys I'm pretty sure we're close to where Fox is held up." Whitefur said
"Which one was his again?" Tyronos asked
"I'm pretty sure it was cell block sixty-nine.. Ha! Sixty-nine."
They looked at the numbers on the top of each cell.. Sixty-six... Sixty-seven... Sixty-eight... Sixty-nine
"Here it is guys!" Whitefur exclaimed.
They stared at the door. Not really sure what to do. They heard a weak voice come from within the cell "Hello?"
"Fox? Is that you Fox?" Wombo called out
"Yeah it's me. Are you here to make fun of me like the others?" He asked in a bitter tone
"No we're here to rescue you!" Tyronos said
"No one wants to save me... I'm supposed to die here.." He said depressingly
"Fox! Come on bro! Let's get the fuck out of here!" Whitefur called out
"Who are you guys? Huh? Answer me that!"
"It's us! Wombo, Whitefur, and Tyronos!" there was no immediate response
"Wombo?"
"Yeah it's me Fox come on let's go!" Wombo answered
"Whitefur?"
"Yeah I'm here Fox.." Whitefur said trying to reach out
"Tyronos?"
"Yeah we're all here! We need to leave now!" Tyronos said expressing the situation that they were in
"... Alright... Let's blow this popsicle stand!" They all shouted "FUCK YEAH!"
Wombo told Fox to stay clear of the door which he did. He pulled out his blue lightsaber and started to cut through the thick metal door that separated them.
Two wandering guards stepped around a corner one of them shouted "You're not supposed to be here!"
"Well duh! What are you going to do about it!" Tyronos challenged
They both cracked their knuckles and their necks. "I'll tell you what we'll do." He sneered at them "We're going to write a letter to our boss saying that we had very bad guests and that they shouldn't be welcome anymore."
The other one laughed "How do you like that? Bitches?"
Whitefur looked at Tyronos surprised and in shock "Are they serious?"
"You bet we're serious.. We're going to tear you a new asshole!"
"Come let us go and give them this new asshole.. In writing." they skipped off in the direction they came in
"Almost got it, and done!" the metal door clanged on Fox's side of the room. Whitefur stepped inside and saw Fox bloodied and bruised with cuts across his face and arms.
"You look terrible what did they do to you?" Whitefur gasped in the horror as Tyronos joined him.
"Come on we gotta carry him out of here. Here pick him up on the one side. I got the other." He did as he was told and they carried him out of his prison cell. They looked down both sides of the hallway they were in. No one was there just them.
"Alright let's make like a baby and head out." Wombo said as he lead the way back to the stationwagon.
They hid from many groups of guards just passing by talking about how their lord is a genius. But the guards didn't look so bright so they didn't think there was much to worry about.
"Santa.. We must go for Santa.." Fox mumbled weakly, they sat him down and leaned against the wall
"Santa? Is he here?" Whitefur asked
"I remember seeing him.. Somewhere.. He.." Fox's head then rolled to his shoulders, Whitefur checked his pulse.
"My god..."
"IS HE DEAD?" Tyronos gasped
"No.. He's just really tired."
Tyronos smacked his forehead "Well let's get Santa. Wombo can you take him back to the stationwagon? He'll be safe there."
He nodded and took Fox picking him up and putting him over his shoulder and carrying him off.
"Come on let's go find Santa." they found another directory and scanned it. They saw where they were and found out where the fat man was being held.. In cell block.. Sixty hundred and sixty-six..
"The number of the beast.." Whitefur mumbled
"Come on let's go get him.." They ran down the hallway trying to find where Santa was being held up. They found numerous guards but killed them with so much ease that it wasn't even funny.. To anyone.. So don't laugh at that.. Because dying isn't funny.. SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!
"How close are we?"
Tyronos checked his wrist which was like a Pipboy and able to download the map of the entire ship. "He should be down this hallway."
Whitefur stopped running and Tyronos was a little bit up ahead of him but noticed what Whitefur was staring at.
"Hello boys.. Care to.. Play a game?" the reptile hissed. He was green with random splotches of yellow.
He looked a little big and would definitely keep them occupied while the other guards would be able to trap them and kill them for sure.
Tyronos stepped up challengingly "What kind of game?"
The reptile threw back his head and laughed "What's so funny?" Whitefur exclaimed
"We'll play a game of.. ROCK PAPER SCISSORS!"
Whitefur and Tyronos looked back at each other and nodded. "We'll play your game.. Best two out of three!"
"But of course.. If you guys win you get the fat man.." he said cockily
"What do you get if you win?" Whitefur asked
"Ha! You get to suck my cock and he has to jerk off to it."
"WHOA! DUDE! THAT IS FUCKED UP!"
"If you won't do it then I guess I'll just have to.."
"Fine.. We'll do it.."
Whitefur stepped up to the challenge and put out his hand in the standard Rock Paper Scissor formation as did the lizard.
"Ready..?"
"Yeah let's get this done with.."
"Alright.. Go!"
Whitefur chose rock.. As did the Lizard
"This is going to get intense.." Whitefur said to himself
"You have no idea.." the lizard smiled positive that he was going to win.
Whitefur picked scissors.. The lizard chose rock
"Damn it.."
The lizard chose paper.. Whitefur chose paper as well
They went at it again..
The lizard chose rock.. Whitefur chose paper
"Yes.."
The lizard chose scissor.. As did Whitefur
Whitefur chose rock.. As did the lizard
"FUCK YOU LOSE ALREADY!"
"Whitefur calm down I believe in you." Tyronos said trying to calm his friends nerves
"... Alright.. I got this.."
Whitefur shook out his worries and focused he looked deep within himself and found what he was looking for.. That passion to not have to suck a other dude's dick.. It was strong he knew he couldn't be defeated.
"Are you ready to lose whitey?"
"You.. Wish.."
They smacked their hands three times. Whitefur chose scissors... The lizard chose rock..
"NO GOD DAMN IT!"
"WHAT THE FUCK? I SAID I BELIEVED IN YOU!"
"Get on your knees bitch.."
Whitefur slowly got to his knees while the lizard whipped out his what it looked like.. A.. My god.. A thirteen inch penis.. Which started to say hello.
"Why? Why God?"
"This author is totally fucked up in the head!"
"Now I want you to do this of your own accord.. Take your time.." Whitefur looked at it.. It was staring right at him..
Then an idea popped into his head. He tackled the lizard who was caught by suprise by the hidden blades lodged into his eyes and ultimately making their way through his brain and out the other end.
"DUDE! YOU JUST KILLED HIM!"
Whitefur got up of the lizard who was still erect "Whatever I was not going to blow some sick ass bastard. Especially for the entertainment of others. That was not funny."
"Whatever let's just Santa and get the fuck out of here." They opened up the door but.. It was empty
"What? Why the fuck is Santa not here?"
They heard a dying laugh it was the lizard "They took him to another planet.. When that Fox idiot came.. They decided someone else would try to rescue him and Santa.. So they moved him.." He took in a deep breath of air
"Moved him where? Speak and I will make your death an easy one.."
"Venom.." the lizard then gave out the last air that was in his lungs and died. Tyronos kicked his head snapping his neck
"Fucking asshole! I swear to god if you are wrong I will fuck your shit up in hell."
"Come on.. Let's go.. We need to find Santa." Whitefur patted Tyronos on the back. "I wonder how Wombo is doing with Fox."
"Shit.. I totally forgot about them.."
"Call him on his comm."
Tyronos hit up his wrist-comm and found Wombo's number then called it.. It answered immediately to show a picture of him sitting in the back of the stationwagon with tears welled up in his eyes and him yelling
"TAKE THAT YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! HOW DARE YOU KILL ! YOU BASTARDS YOU WILL PAY! MUHAHAHAHAHA! NOW YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING TO DIE FOR! HA! HOW DO YOU LIKE LAMB OF GOD BITCHES?"
He ended the call "I think they're fine.."
"Let's go.."
They saw Wombo standing outside of the stationwagon leaned up against the driver's door. "Hey guys what took you so long?"
"Wombo.. Why are there so many piles of dead people over here?" Tyronos pointed to a pile that nearly reached the ceiling.
"Uh... No reason just.. THEY HAD TO PAY! YOU SAW WHAT THEY DID!" He broke down crying and put his hands into his face. "Why him? He was so innocent. Why did he have to die?" Whitefur hugged him trying to make him feel better.
"Come on Tyronos take the wheel we need to go quickly." He threw him the keys that he was able to dig from Wombo's pockets. He moved Wombo in the back with Fox who lay there unconscious.
"Come on you know where Venom is right?"
"Yeah it's the planet that sucks asshole."
"Yeah that's the one.." Tyronos started the stationwagon and flew out of the ship. Whitefur looked back praying to God that it wouldn't follow them.
What he didn't expect that it would blow up. "DUDE WHAT THE HELL? WOMBO DID YOU.."
He looked at Wombo who said to himself "Told you sons of bitches would pay.." Whitefur wasn't even surprised
"Punch it.."
They went into hyperspace and went to Venom to go save Santa
HA! Cliffhanger.. Until tomorrow.. Do you think you can hold on until then? If not then kill yourself now... You are not fit to survive in the world without a little bit of patience. Seriously I waited for Halo Reach.. Wasn't that big of a deal.