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Leaving you with a nonplussed growl, you and the others wait with baited breath as Talbot shuts his dumb mouth for once in favor of shuffling around on top of the van, much to the dragon’s displeasure.
Is he taking a <span class="mu-i">dump</span> up there or what?!
“<span class="mu-s">I WAS WAITING FOR YOU GUYS TO SAY ‘GO AHEAD’, DUMBASS!</span>”
“<span class="mu-s">NOOOOOW!</span>”
Shrinking at Sybil’s sudden roar, you and the rest of the van’s inhabitants nod to each other before looking at Gus expectantly. Feeling your eyes bore into him, the delivery man adjusts his cap a bit before flicking the <span class="mu-g">DETONATOR’S</span> safety case off of the button.
“Hold onto your hats…”
With nary a warning or even a count to three, he presses the button down and dutifully buckles himself back into the front seat as Sybil blinks into the passenger seat.
“<span class="mu-s">LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU GUYS PRESS I-</span>”
Talbot gets his answer a bit earlier than expected–barely managing to buckle into a chair yourself, you and the rest of the van are thrown like a wayward frisbee as a colossal explosion rocks every bone in your body and leaves them trembling even after the dragon’s body is reduced to vapor!
“<span class="mu-i">J-j-j-juuuustttt liiiiikkkkeee Ssssspaaaaacceeee Caaaaammmppp…</span>” Drones Denise as she struggles to keep her glasses on her face!
“<span class="mu-i">Gooonnnnaaaaa huuuuuurrrllll!</span>” Sputters Art as his pale face turns a peculiar shade of green!
“Kinda like a carnival ride, huh, guys?” Mitzi remarks as she leans over to bump fists with Gus in the front seat!
“<span class="mu-i">Diiid T faaaaalllll ooooofff?!</span>” Asks Tucker, lips flapping in the G-Force!
As if hearing his question, your ex-bodyguard answers by wrapping a dozen metallic tendrils around the van!
“<span class="mu-s">GUYS–I CAN FEEL MY STOMACH CLIMBING INTO MY HEAD!</span>”
And your <span class="mu-s">FIST</span> is gonna climb into his <span class="mu-s">ASSHOLE</span> if he even <span class="mu-i">DREAMS</span> of screwing up, you yell as your hat floats off of your head! Spurred on by your words of ‘<span class="mu-i">encouragement</span>’, Talbot lets loose a strained roar as more and more tentacles wrap around your vehicle like a spool of yarn!
“<span class="mu-s">HAAAANGGGG…. OOOON!!!!</span>”
As the snow-caked ground rushes to meet you from below, it’s joined by a hail of bullets, rockets, and flames–each one dead-set on permanently ending your trip! As <span class="mu-g">FIDO’S</span> rockets and Pete’s gatling guns tear through the horde below, you clench your teeth and close your eyes as the van prepares to land!
>CONTD.