A/N: Hi guys.
Okay, I know this chapter is really short, I just have the biggest writers block right now, but I'm getting there.
I do have a question, though.
WHAT IN THE SAM HECK HAS HAPPENED TO MY REVIEWS?
Okay, even without reviews, I'll continue to write, but they really inspire me and I'm literally getting two reviews at the most, if any.
So I'd really appreciate it if you did take the time to read this, that you review, whether it be constructive criticism, straight out criticism, flame, compliments, idea's, ANYTHING.
Sorry about the rant, guys.
I hope you enjoy, anyways. :)
The army of Cyclopic monkeys leaped from the bushes and surrounded the duo.
They were closing in around them, with each step they looked more fierce;
as if they were ready to kill.
Qwark held out both hands in a fashion you would use when calming someone.
"Okay guys... No need to get antsy..."
The monkey's screeched and began to jump up and down in a rage.
"C'mon, guys! It was over two years ago!"
This time, they charged him.
Qwark attempted to kick them away but he was quickly buried under them along with Clank. When the monkey's moved away, the duo were tied up back to back with a thick green vine.
They clapped and shrieked in celebration then quickly formed into a tight clump, lifting Clank and Qwark over their heads and taking them into the jungle.
"Qwark, what did you do to make them so angry?"
Clank finally asked after about half an hour.
"That's not really important right now..."
Qwark brushed off rather uncharacteristically.
Clank narrowed his optics but decided not to persist.
The army arrived at a cave entrance and hurled the duo from their shoulders into the cavern. Even with his legs bound, Qwark managed to stand then began to shuffle to the entrance, which was quickly closing over. He had almost reached the entrance when his body moved in front of his feet, causing him to overbalance and face-plant the floor. The entrance closed over completely, leaving Clank and Qwark to be completely engulfed in darkness.
"Well this is no good."
Qwark deduced.
Out of nowhere, a short figure holding a flaming torch emerged.
He wore a suit that was ripped and torn in places, had a pinky-red skin tone and under his tiki-like mask, had a tuft of black hair.
"Captain Qwark and XJ0461... I've heard they call you 'Clank' now."
He pulled of the mask to reveal an all too familiar face.
"Oh, it's been far too long..."
A/N: This chapter was devised purely from writers block. Please review!