Runamuck
Cadet
I'm not as think as you drunk I am.
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Post by Runamuck on Oct 27, 2008 19:19:31 GMT -5
Runamuck grunts, spinning his tires in a mud puddle. With a sigh, he stands up, brushing the caked-on muck off and drawing out his rifle. The element of surprise is long gone, along with the boss and that whacko Prime, and most of the fun seems to have chased them off.
Sighing again, Runamuck steps over the mud puddle and drops back onto his wheels, peeling off into the underbrush and bashing small plants, low branches, and some six-legged local creature aside. Maybe if he just makes enough noise, some do-gooder will show up so he can beat on them.
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