Hello everybody! Allow me to introduce to you all the fifth chapter in this new story. Yes, I'm really on a roll here. Five chapters within a week's time. This is literally the fastest I've ever worked on a story before. Yay for me!

But alas, such bouts of quick updates are soon to be a thing of the past. In other words, my second week of college will be starting in two days. And with that comes a truckload of college work that I must start attending to with includes but nor restricted to dozens of pages to read as well as pages of reports and essays that need to be written. Oh, the joys of being a college student and trying to have a personal life at the same time. They just never seen to balance out no matter how hard you try to make it work.

But yeah, that's basically my warning to you all that my progress on this story shall be slowing down soon enough. At least you can't say I don't have a legitimate excuse to temporarily abandon this story occasionally since college is very important.

Now with all that out of the way, let me go ahead and let you read this new chapter. Please don't forget to leave a review before you move onto the next story that you want to read. As I always say, they are very helpful in keeping me writing and, if by chance you have constructive criticism, keep he on my toes as to what I'm doing. I always like to hear suggestions, although there's no guarantee I'll go with the exact idea that you give me. Maybe some twists on your ideas, but I will credit you for giving me the initial inspiration.

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And thanks DimancheOtaku for your reviews, even though you're currently the only one reviewing as of now. From the way you made your last review, it sounds like Greg is a canonical character. Well, time to give him my own little flair to help him fit in with what I originally had in mind for him as well as bring up a bit about his bullying ways.

Chapter 5: A True Moment of Reprieve

After having suffered and survived a very close call with zombies storming the kitchen, the three teens were busy collecting themselves and taking the time they more than deserved to rest. If anything, the last thing they wanted right now was to be put smack dab in the middle of another zombie attack. After having first run away from the initial attack and then being forced to defend themselves against a horde, the chances of them getting out of a third incident alive and unscathed was pretty bad.

In the meantime, Teddy took it upon himself to keep an eye over the loading area. He distinctly remembered the reason they ended up meeting up with Greg was because Billy was attacked when he opened to door to this room. The last thing they needed right now were more zombies than just the one that spontaneously fell on top of Billy the moment he had opened the door. If that was already in here, then there was nothing stopping him from thinking that more might be lying in wait.

Thankfully, the area seemed clear of any hostiles after he carefully scanned the place and listened for anything besides their breathing. The only thing that was worth his attention was a large loading truck that sat in the middle of the room with the cargo doors wide open and showcasing boxes upon boxes of food supplies. This led him to believe that the person that had attacked his best friend was probably the driver. Now that he thought about it, the zombie was wearing a shirt with a certain company logo on it, so that would explain why a room that was theoretically closed off housed a zombie.

At least this room seemed a lot safer and more reliable with only the constant pounding at the door they just came through reminding them of the harrowing nightmare they just barely survived. Of course, it also served as the driving force to the constant fear they were all feeling being surrounded by both death and walking dead. If anything, they could have considered themselves unintentional extras in a realistic style horror movie if they did not know the seriousness of all this.

"God damn it!" Greg growled out in frustration as he tore himself from his position next to the door and began pacing around the loading area. He was clearly frustrated at being caught in the middle of the current situation and the dangers it had thrust them all into. "I honestly thought that the cafeteria was going to be the safest place to hide out. I mean, me and my girl made sure they couldn't get in from the main doors! I checked every other way in and made sure they were sealed tightly. How else could they have gotten in?"

"They didn't come in from outside," Billy replied in a small voice that barely carried any weight in the big room. He was clearly still pretty shaken from the experiences of the past hour as he was having trouble speaking up. "Don't you remember a girl saying that her friend started acting like a zombie and was attacking their friend before everything went crazy? That means he turned into one of those things while in the cafeteria!"

"This just proves that this school is no longer safe no matter where we try to hide," Teddy responded as he kept his arm over Billy's shoulders that had since stopped shaking from fear. "I don't know how that student managed to turn into one of them, but I wouldn't put it at a stretch to say that any one of us to might turn out like him. I can only hope it'll happen after we've died or something like that."

"If that's even the rules that all this crazy shit plays by," the other teen grumbled out as he began to circle around the truck as if trying to look for something. "If a simple person like that can just spontaneously turn into a zombie and start killing everybody, then what's to say that one of us could turn right at this very minute? By the time we figure out what's happened, one of us is going to kill the rest of us."

"Look, there's no point in worrying about something we have no idea about nor that we have any control over," the blond replied as he put a stop to Greg's ranting that he could tell was bothering Billy. He then suggested, "The best thing we can do now is get out of here and make our way home." Greg merely shot him a look that suggested he thought the plan to be anything but sane. "It'll most likely be a lot safer there than just waiting around here. I'm sure we'll be fine if we stuck together and escorted each other. Hopefully, those zombies aren't wandering outside of this school already."

"Do you really think it's that much safer out there?" the raven haired teen asked as he regained some of his composure and spoke in a clearer tone. "Those zombies had to have come from somewhere. I doubt they just decided to pop in here first and work their way out into the city. Yeah, being out in the open might be safer than indoors, but we're always going to be in trouble no matter where we go."

For a few moments, the other two teens were quiet as they thought about what the raven haired teen had just said. As much as the blond did not want to admit it, Billy was right in that this trouble was going to follow them everywhere. Whatever was happening in this school was no doubt taking place within at least the surrounding area. At this point, it was premature for any of them to suggest that going anywhere was going to grant them reprieve from this nightmare made real. For all they knew, every safe place that they could come up with was already infested with zombies just waiting to take a bite out of them. That was already proven earlier while they were hiding out in the cafeteria that quickly turned into a zombie buffet.

But still, they all seemed to agree on the fact that staying put was the worst thing they could do lest they wanted to be easy targets. The zombies from their most recent escape trying desperately and futilely to break through the metal kitchen door served as a reminder of the situation taken straight from Hell.

"…The little guy's right, Teddy," Greg finally agreed as he finished looking around the truck and hopped into the cargo container in order to better scope out what was in there. "While I admit that the best thing to do is to get out of here, is it really a smart move to be making our way home? What if the entire city is going through the same exact chaos this place has just been through? Just making the trek to any part of this city would be a death wish in itself much less trying to go home."

"Yet going anywhere else would be just as dangerous if not more so!" Teddy argued as he tried to persuade the other into his way of thinking. "The best place we know that's possibly safer than here is home. That and we pretty much know about the many routes to our houses should one happen to be too congested or overrun with these zombies. If there's one place we have to be headed towards, it would be our respective houses.

"And besides, we might have family waiting at home wondering if we're okay," he added as a footnote to further rationalize his idea. "Don't we owe it to them to at least show up so they can see we're alive and well?"

"Just call them on your cell and tell them that you're alright," the other simply responded as if that were the answer to the problem. "It's a more reliable way to reach them without having to risk life and limb."

"I've already tried that," the raven haired teen responded as the other two looked at him and saw a cell phone in his hands with his thumbs agilely moving across the number pads. Teddy did not know how he managed to miss this seeing as how he was seated right next to the teen. "I've got bars here, but the call's not going through. There are probably too many calls being made and holding up the system."

"…So much for that suggestion," the blond replied with a sarcastic bite as Greg merely rolled his eyes. "Now what do you think we should do, Greg? You still think that trying to get out of here is a stupid idea?"

"I never said getting out of here was stupid," Greg quickly corrected as he continued his search of the truck's cargo container. "I only said that making our way home wasn't the smartest of ideas to be going with. Then again, I guess we really don't have much of a choice in the matter if we want our families to know we're okay. The question now is how much more dangerous is it out there compared to what we saw here?"

"Well, it shouldn't be too bad considering that we have so much space to run and fight if the need ever arose. It'll definitely be better than me trying to take on an entire troop of them in such a small place like that kitchen earlier. That'll definitely not work and probably end up with one or all of us dying."

"Speaking of fights, where exactly did you come from, Greg?" Billy asked as the question suddenly crossed his mind. "I don't remember seeing or hearing you coming into the kitchen when Teddy and I were in there."

"Well, I just happened to run through the nearest door that I saw with my girl in tow. It just happened to be the kitchen where we ended up running into a utility closet and chose it as a hiding spot. There was just one problem with me and that plan," Greg added as he seemed to blush a bit in embarrassment. "The girl I dragged in with me wasn't my girlfriend. It was a completely different girl! I didn't know she was already gone when I grabbed the nearest hand I thought was hers and started running."

"That was you in the utility closet?" the raven haired teen asked as a small amused smile now approached his lips. "I knew I heard a couple of people talking when I passed by, but I never would've thought that it was you. Did you really get slapped by her while she called you a creep for randomly dragging her along?"

"Th-That's none of your business!" he quickly snapped as his cheeks turned redder at what had been said. "Needless to say, she kicked me out the moment she heard that zombies were flooding the kitchen. Apparently, she wanted me to be the sacrifice so that she could save her own ass later. That's when I saw you two in trouble and gave a tackle to the zombie that had a hold on Teddy."

"Well, I am glad you came when you did," Teddy admitted with a thankful nod of his head. "Amidst all that struggling, I was starting to lose my grip on that monster's head. Had you come any later, it probably would've sunk its teeth into my neck."

"Hey, I was getting ready to save you! You're making it sound like I was completely helpless to do anything then. I mean, I did just take care of the zombie that was crushing me; that should say I was more than capable to save you."

"And how were you planning on doing that without a weapon, Billy?" the blond asked as he gave an amused smirk to the other. "I might've been frightened, but I could still see you using those scissors on the zombie's head and then just leaving it there. Then again, I'm kind of glad you left it there. I don't think I'd trust you trying to save me when you have a deadly weapon in your hands."

"I-I'm not that bad with weapons! I know I need more practice, but it's not like I can't pick up on it quickly."

"As if it wasn't apparent that you needed practice since you fell flat on your butt after completely missing a slow-moving target. You'd have become monster bait if I weren't there to save you. I still don't know how you managed to pull that off."

"If you guys want to start an argument, do so once we've gotten out of here," Greg replied in a teasing tone despite the serious bite in his words. He had since finished his search of the truck and was now standing at the edge of the ledge. "And don't even think about doing some practice fights and all that other crap in here. The last thing we need is to attract more zombies to us by making loud noises. Of course, that's considering if they can actually hear a damned thing despite being dead and all."

"I think those strays would've found us by now what with all the pounding the kitchen zombies were doing at the door," Teddy replied as he alluded to the poundings on the metal kitchen door that had since grown silent without them noticing. "The fact that they haven't yet means that this place is definitely sealed off from everywhere else. Let's just hope they're not blocking the doors trying to get in and all that."

"Would you guys stop saying all those things about zombies flooding us or blocking our only way out?" Billy asked with a frown before hopping off the crates. "I don't know about you two, but it really isn't helping much with my morale. If anything, morale should be important if we don't want to start succumbing to panic attacks. Trust me; panic attacks really aren't the greatest moments to be in."

"Geez, when did you grow a spine and started giving out advice like that?" the other teen asked before hopping out of the cargo container. "I swear; you were so timid and easy to pick on when you were in elementary school?"

"What did you say?" the blond immediately asked as his eyes quickly lit up with an unexplainable emotion. Billy merely stared at Greg in confusion.

"I said he was easy to pick on when he was in elementary school. I admit that I've had my hand in name-calling and all that, but I kind of put a stop to that when I was forced to move out of town for a year before coming back as a middle schooler."

"You used to bully Billy? How come I've never heard about anything like this until now?"

"Hey, what's with you all of a sudden? You don't have to look at me like I'm crazy or something. And besides, it's not like I contributed to his middle and high school bullying incidents. I've grown out of those idiotic things since then. If I hadn't, I think you'd be the first to know, Teddy. After all, you and I have been good friends since the middle school baseball tryouts. That and I wouldn't dare think about messing with your best friend like that seeing as how you act like a protective older brother."

"…Still, it kind of makes me uneasy that you used to bully him in elementary school," the blond admitted as his eyes became calm once more. "I mean, it's kind of hard to believe seeing as how you've never done any kind of bullying for as long as I've known you."

"Everybody has their dark secrets they prefer to keep to themselves. I'm sure you have a couple of your own that you don't like people to know of. And let's just leave it at the fact that the year I was out of town got me to become a reformed bully.

"And speaking of bullying," Greg stated as he walked past Teddy and towards Billy who seemed a bit uneasy all of a sudden. He then said with an arm outstretched, "I'm sorry Billy for calling you names and ignoring you back when we were in elementary school. Can't exactly say I was proud about all that. So we cool with that or what?"

"Uh, I-I guess," the raven haired teen simply replied for lack of a better reply before accepting the handshake. "I don't really remember you being one of my bullies from back then, but it's probably because I haven't seen you since then until now when Teddy tried to talk you out of locking the cafeteria doors."

"I'm not surprised there seeing as how I've buffed up a bit since then. And no offense, but you haven't changed much between then and now, especially the kind of scruffy hair that looks like you didn't even bother trying to comb it this morning. I remembered who you were the moment I saw Teddy hanging out with you."

"Hey, I can't help it if my hair acts like that! Trust me when I say no amount of combing is ever going to make this look normal."

"Guess that's all I can do considering I've never experienced that before," the other teen replied with a light chuckle. "But yeah; no hard feelings now. And Teddy, believe me when I say that I'm a reformed bully from my elementary school days."

"I never said I didn't believe you, Greg," Teddy corrected as he nodded his head in understanding. "I only said it was hard to actually believe that was a part of your past. But now that we've got that out of the way, why don't we start trying to think about our next course of action? We really can't stay in here and wait for this to blow over. Chances are it's never going to get to that point."

"Well, we can always start looking around for anything we can use as a weapon," Greg quickly suggested as he climbed back into the cargo container. "I found a couple of crowbars in here that I'm sure they used to jimmy open these crates. They're probably a little over two feet long, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem using them without being too close in those monsters' faces. That's the last place I want to be at any time."

"Did you check inside the truck yet?" the blond asked as he left Billy's side and made his way to the front of the truck.

"Why don't you and Billy do that? I think I'll be a bit nosey back here and see what's in these crates. I'm sure it's just food, but you never know these days."

"What, you think this person was trying to smuggle drugs into the school or something?" Billy asked sarcastically as he followed closely behind his best friend. "That'd be the scandal of the year if it were true."

Instead of responding back, the sound of wood being pried apart echoed throughout the relatively empty room along with the clattering sound of something dropping.

"Billy," Teddy addressed in a low whisper once they both reached the front of the truck. "You okay being around Greg and all? I mean, he was one of the guys who bullied you over five years ago."

"Is that really still bothering you?" the raven haired teen asked with an eyebrow raised in confusion. "In the scope of things, I think you should be worried about living than me. But if you really want to know, it doesn't bother me. Sure, he looks like one of the guys who bully me these days, but I hardly remember him even calling me names five years ago. And besides, he actually came forward and apologized to me. Not once has anybody did that before. I may not be comfortable around him yet, but I doubt a bully would just up and spontaneously apologize to one of their victims like that."

"…I guess you have a point," the blond replied as he opened the door and quickly checked for any zombies that might have been inside. "I guess I'm just finding it hard to swallow that Greg actually bullied you since I've known him for four years now. Sorry for bringing it up again."

"How about you try not being so overprotective with me over every little thing you hear? Do that and we'll call it even."

"I can't guarantee success at that, but I'll sure as hell try. Just make sure you don't get yourself in a situation that'll make me go all protective again."

With an amused roll of his eyes, Billy quickly climbed into the truck and began rummaging through the various things that were inside. Mostly, it was just empty snack bags and soda cans among other things. There were even a couple of porno magazines that he found stuffed under the passenger side seat.

"Think I found something you might like, Teddy!" he said in a painfully too innocent tone as he tossed one of the magazines outside into the other's hands. "I'm sure you'll have lots of fun with it when this is all over."

"What are you…?" the blond started to ask as he skimmed the cover and quickly turned beet red. He then said as he threw the magazine behind him, "Very funny, Billy. In case you haven't noticed, I'm gay. Even if I were interested in something so ridiculous as that, I'd be reading ones with naked guys on it."

"Aww, can't you take a joke?" Billy rhetorically asked as he held back a snicker before continuing on with his search. "I was just trying to… Whoa!"

"What is it?" Teddy asked as he quickly climbed into the truck upon hearing the surprise in Billy's voice. "What did you find?"

"T-Teddy! There's not a lot of room in here. You're kind of crushing me!"

"Never mind that! What did you find?"

"Uh, what are you two doing?" Greg's voice was heard asking them as the two teens turned their heads to see the teen staring at them with an amused smile and two crowbars in his hand. "Do you know how compromising you're looking right now, Teddy?"

Slightly confused at this, Teddy took a good look at himself and immediately started blushing again. He was currently leaning against Billy's back with his knee resting on the driver's seat and situated between his legs and dangerously close to his crotch. And to make matters worse, both his arms were on either side of the raven haired teen as if he were getting ready to kiss him!

Billy also noticed this, although he was a bit more concerned with his current position in all this. During the slight struggle that had ensued when Teddy just rushed in, one of Billy's legs somehow managed to get tangled with the one that was not so uncomfortably near his crotch. One of his hands was resting on Teddy's inner thigh which was also dangerously close to his crotch. If Teddy's face was pretty red, then Billy's was as red as red could ever be.

Gr-Greg!!!" Teddy exclaimed as the two teens quickly untangled themselves from their compromising position. "You idiot! Why'd you have to bring it up like that?"

"I'm sorry, but that's what I saw!" Greg explained as he could not hold back the laugher he had no doubt been restraining this entire time. "I'd never thought I'd see the day when Teddy Altman would get caught in a scandalous position, especially with his best friend!"

"Sh-Shut up!" Billy shouted as the two teens finally exited the truck without further incident. "Just tell us what you found in those crates!"

"Now you're trying to change the subject!" the other teen stated as his laughter had subsided to mere chuckles before being cast a threatening look. "Alright, I'll tell you. No need to be giving me the evil eye. As I expected, there were only eating utensils and some premade lunches. Hardly anything of worth in there. And how about you guys? You find anything in the truck itself?"

"You won't believe what I've found under the seats," the raven haired teen said as all signs of anger left his voice. He then brought out his left hand and showed the others what he had found; an ebon handgun that reflected against the light of the room along with what looked to be a spare ammo clip resting on top of it.

"Whoa, you found that in there?!" Greg asked in surprise as he brought his face closer to the weapon as if to ascertain that it was the real deal. "Man, I didn't think the guy driving the truck had the balls to be bringing a gun to school."

"Jeez," Teddy sighed out as he seemed content to examine the weapon from where he was. "You sure you should be holding onto that thing, Teddy? That thing might go off if you accidentally drop it."

"I'll be careful with it. And besides, it also came with its own holster that goes around the waist. I think I left it inside."

Billy then went back into the truck to retrieve the holster. Once he was back out, the others could see that it was just a simple brown leather belt-like holster that had a small pouch on the opposite end for carrying spare ammo. The teen then decided to put it on himself and place the gun and ammo clip in their rightful positions.

"What do you guys think?" he asked as he showed off his new attire as if he were bragging about a new toy he just acquired.

"I think you're looking pretty cool there!" Greg quickly responded as he patted Billy on the shoulder. "You look like you could take on anything out there."

"Don't egg him on, Greg," the blond replied as he shook his head in dissatisfaction. "I think you look ridiculous, not to mention out-of-character amongst other things I could say about this. Apart from them being dangerous, do you even know the first thing about properly using one of these things?"

"I probably know more than you do. Who do you think keeps beating your butt up when it comes to those arcade shooting games? If I can do well on those first-person shooting games, I'm sure I can handle this without problems."

"They're not the same thing!" Teddy quickly objected as his protective side was starting to show itself. "Those were just games we've played. This is the real deal you're holding onto! You might end up accidentally shooting yourself or somebody else if you aim badly. And apart from that, do you even know how to reload those things? You never had to do anything like that with the arcade games."

"I can learn as I go along," Billy countered as he pouted childishly. "And besides, I think it's only fair that I get to carry this around with me. You and Greg are both on the baseball team. You both know how to swing something around without falling to the ground unlike me. And I doubt either of you knows how to at least aim this gun as well as me. If you think about it, it all balances out. That and this might actually be pretty useful against a herd of zombies if we ever get tired and don't feel like going up in one's face."

"…The little guy's got a point there, Teddy," Greg conceded with a shrug of his shoulders. "You and I are going to be using these crowbars since we do have pretty good swinging arms. And if what he says is true, he has a better aim with those things than probably both of us combined. Top that off with the fact that a gun's a good way to kill zombies without being so flipping close and it's an argument you're not going to win."

"Humph, I still go against him carrying it," the blond huffed out like a seven-year-old who did not get his way. "…Still, I really can't argue with those facts. Alright, Billy; you can hold on to the gun. If you're going to use it, though, make sure you're nowhere near aiming it at us. I don't want to be an accidental casualty of your 'deadeye' aim."

"As if that's ever going to happen," the raven haired teen replied happily as he clearly won this argument, even if it was assisted by Greg. "Now that we've got weapons, why don't we try looking for a way out of here?"

"There should be a door next to the truck entrance that will lead us out of this school," Teddy explained as he took a crowbar from Greg. "I saw one while heading towards the front of the truck earlier. We should have no problem opening this since it'd most likely be locked on this side."

"Hopefully, there won't be a surprise waiting to greet us out there," the other teen replied as he followed his fellow baseball teammate to said door with Billy following close behind them. "But we're more than ready to go against them if that's the case."

"Don't go getting cocky," Billy warned as they reached the door with Teddy holding onto the doorknob.

Whether or not the teens were fully prepared to face whatever might lie beyond that door, they were more than ready to leave this nightmare of a school once and for all! After all, anywhere was better than just hanging around here with a bunch of zombies lurking in the room next door, right?

Now that Billy and Teddy have finally gotten a well-deserved rest, they have obtained a new ally in their escape from this school. I have decided to allow Greg to stay with the group even though it was not my original intent. While not always necessary, I figured it'd be better that they travel in a group rather than just a duo as Teddy and Billy. That way, I'll be able to put more variety on conversation pieces should ever the need arise.

And yes, I've finally managed a chapter, excluding the first one, where everything is actually calm without any signs of insanity. Sounds like a good time to then go scavenging for weapons.

To be honest, I did not think about introducing the gun this early in the story. However, I figured that they would probably need it now and that a truck would be a good place to bring it into the story. It really was just a spur-of-the-moment idea that I hope works later on.

And I thought I'd try to break the serious tone a bit by adding a few funny bits to this chapter. I know horror and survival stories like this are usually quite serious and just about not being killed, but then how can I keep you guys all refreshed and happy if that's all it is? That's how the idea of these in-story funnies came to be. Hope you liked them as well a the entire chapter itself.

Now that I'm done ranting, let me leave you with the outtakes before retiring for bed. It's like two in the morning over here for me, so I'm tired now.

Please don't forget to leave a review before you move onto the next story that you want to read. They are always greatly appreciated. Until the next update to this or one of my other stories on here everybody!

Outtakes:

Billy: When did you get in the kitchen, Greg?

Greg: While you and Teddy weren't paying attention. I was hiding in the utility closet?

Billy: That was you in there? (Grins mischievously) Sounded like you were trying to pick up a girl in there.

Greg: Th-That's not true! (Turns slightly pink)

Billy: (Mimics Greg) Oh sweetheart, everything will be fine with me around.

Greg: Oh, you're so dead! (Lunges at Billy)

Teddy: ...Looks like a start to a great friendship.

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Billy: Oh Teddy; I found something you'd like.

Teddy: What is it? (Catches porno magazine) ...The hell is this?!

Billy: (Talks in teasing tone) Come on; you know what it is!

Teddy: If this is your attempt at making me say I love you, you're doing a bad job.

Billy: Oh, it was just a joke. (Looks momentarily confused) Wait a minute; what do you mean by that?

Teddy: (Suddenly flustered and blushing) Uh, nothing; just kidding around! Got to go!

Billy: ...Weird.

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Greg: Guys, do you know how compromising you two look?

(Both teens look at each other)

Teddy: So? What's stopping you from saying we did this on purpose?

Greg: (Slightly horrified) ...You're not serious, are you?

Billy: (Playing along) Try dead serious. (Rubs hand seductively against Teddy's thigh)

Greg Okay, don't need to see this! (Quickly leaves scene)

Billy: (Laughing) Wow, we sure got him! (Stops laughing when Teddy returns seductive rub) Uh, Teddy?

Teddy: (Speaks seductively) Just returning the favor.

Billy: (Speechless) ...You're not playing around here, are you?

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Teddy: Watch where you point that thing, Billy!

Billy: (Aiming gun) Relax, Teddy. It's not like I'm going to... (BANG)

???: AAAHHHHHH!!!!!

Greg: ...I think you just shot someone.

Billy: Oops! (Flusters and accidentally drops gun; goes off and hits Teddy in arm)

Teddy: Yeowch! I'm going to freaking rip your balls off for that, William!

(Billy runs around room with Teddy at his heels nursing his wounded arm)

Greg: (Just standing and watching) ...I wonder if Teddy really will neuter Billy if he catches him? Guess I'll just sit back and watch.