CHAPTER 15: A Quasi-Recap Episode, Sort Of
Chronic was confident that his new weapon would be able to take anyone out. He was lounging about on the lower deck. He had taken the time to completely familiarize himself with this part of the ship, and felt that it would be better to stay here and kill anyone who might show up rather than looking around for people. Still, he was quite anxious.
Luckily, he had something to take the edge off. After searching through several of the economy rooms, he had discovered a bag and several rolling papers. The stuff wasn't as good as the stuff in the joint he had been given as a weapon, but it would help him relax...
He lit up one of several newly-rolled joints and inhaled the happy-fun smoke into his lungs. "Ahh yeah... here we go..." He said as a smile began to form on his face. He exhaled.
He definitely felt relaxed... so relaxed that he failed to notice a shadow sneaking up on him...
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"Why do we have to go all the way to the restaurant area? If you're really hungry, just eat this damn turkey leg that's part of my f***ing dumb weapon!" Whined Han.
"Silence!" Ordered XIII. "I crave not turkey leg, but deep-fried elk! My stomach and loins ACHE for it!"
"Why don't you just wish for a plate of fried elk?" Asked Han. "That way we wouldn't have to walk so damn far..." He was already panting from exertion.
"First of all, why would I waste a wish on something I can get myself?!" Snapped XIII. "And besides, WE'RE not walking. YOU'RE walking... and doing a slow job I might add! GIDDE-YAP!" XIII gave Han a sharp kick with his heel.
Han continued to whine and moan as he carried his master on his shoulders. "This blows..."
"Hey! Enough with the insolence! You're lucky I'm not Thejp!" Growled XIII.
Suddenly, Han began to stumble sideways and started to lose his balance. "ACK!" He cried. He toppled over, dropping XIII to the floor.
"WHAT IS THE MEEEEEANING OF THIS?!" Bellowed XIII angrily.
"I'm sorry, master! My equilibrium was thrown off! I think the ship is changing direction! Please no hurt! NO HURT!" He cowered in fear.
"Hmm, I think you're right actually," replied XIII. "How odd..."
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Ammunition began to rattle as the ship sharply altered its course.
Crimson frowned as she took a pause from reloading her Uzis and pocketing bullets in the ship's security offices. "What the hell? Is someone actually driving this ship?"
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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu
(about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)