Chapter Guffaw: War in Toast
Decoe and Bocoe beefed up their mechanical pecs and abs and clapped their hands together, delivering a deadly sonic blast that tore through all the buildings.
"Holy snot! That pressure is stronger than my aunt's toenails!" cried Kelso. His shoes were starting to melt. And to his horror, so were the other dudes' (save Pal).
"No! Without our shoes, the schnaz factor is totes bogus!" cried Knuckles. "You will dearly pay for this, you gruesome twosome!"
Bocoe and Decoe laughed and began revving up their abs again.
"Ugh… where's Shortround when you need him?" Vader sighed Harrisonly.
Pal stepped forward and pulled out his SMG. "Woof." And then pelted the abby duo with a thousand pounds of pure lead.
The abs barely suffered a scratch.
"What!?" cried Kelso, his shoes still melting savagely.
Decoe vanished into thin air and instantly reappeared right behind Pal. He grabbed the blond doggo's tail. Poor Pal was instantly sapped of his energy.
Bocoe charged up his armcannon. "Now the pupper is pushin' up them daisies, fool!"
"Not on my watch…" Knuckles growled. He jumped into the air and slammed his fists into the earth, causing a quake that encased the robots in a rocky cage.
"We can escape easily," said Decoe, unimpressed.
"Maybe so… But it allows us one more shot…" said Knuckles, huffing and puffing. He looked over at Kelso. "We need to use the van."
Everyone gasped.
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