Shhhh, wait for it … and PFFTT! Oops, that is a mess. Next life the little guy will listen to that little voice in his head telling him t- CRAP!
“Team, we have a problem and its name is BFS – Big Freakin’ Spirit”
Miss! Wow, for a hulking pile of stones and dirt, it sure can move! CRACK! tagged it but, hmm, didn’t seem to bother it much.
“Smoke, can you do something about Thing? Its gonna be clobberin’ time otherwise. "
Kudos to ole Smoke. Despite the almost supernatural level of ganja and worse stench that has saturated him and his environment, he does command some damn effective mag – bloody hell, it didn’t seem to bother the Spirit.
Crack! and i am just chipping the paint. Crack.
Well now, THAT is more like it. “Well Done Smoke, it felt that!”
Oh dear, it seems that Smoke also felt that one.
What is that silly elf doing? He can’t possible think to hurt that Thing with his BB gun, can he? There he goes again. Maybe he likes the sound? Good to see that he can dodge the ricochets. Pretty smooth.
Alright, lets settle down and do this right. OK, breath, aim, hold it and CRACK! Ahh, there he goes and there they go.
Enter 1 room and exit 1 life. Bye Bye little business man turned politician. You may be missed, but not that much and not for long.
Now to get out and get paid.
“Exit plan Alpha! Let’s move gentlemen, we have a disk to procure.”
Ahh, support. That is what we need.
“Oh my God.! They killed Kenny! Guards, take them down!”