GPLockwood
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"What's the plan, baby? It's time to eat evil for lunch and danger for dinner. Now I've got you back, we're back in business!" I said as I loaded the boomstick.
"Uh, show me how you load that thing," Cassie asked with a confused look on her face.
"It's easy," I say. I flip the lever and break the shotgun open. It's a double-barrel, so I pop two shotgun shells into it.
"But- you only put two shells in it?"
"Yes," I reply with a little annoyance.
"But you can shoot it like five times before relaoding!" Cassie said with annoyance.
"Sugar, I don't have time to explain it to you," I drawled in my coolest voice. "We've got to get our butts to Crystal Lake Veterinary Clinic and talk to Dr.... Willington-"
"Williamson," Cassie corrected.
"Yeah, that's pretty much what I said. We need to talk to him about getting the tranquilizer gun and darts to stop Big Ugly," I said as I glanced around the room. We were on the second floor, and needed to get to ground level without having a giant pissed-off deadite turn us into dogfood.
I went into the hallway, grabbing a container of dirty linens. Selecting ones that I hoped were relatively free of MRSA and excrement, I tied a few sheets together until I had a rope long enough to reach the ground.
"Thanks, Doc!" I said to Dr. Kreuger as I climbed down first. I figured that Cassie weighs less than I do, and if the improvised rope will hold my weight then she shouldn't have a problem.
After Cassie and I were on the ground, we sprinted for the parking lot. We got in the car just as Big Ugly came sprinting out of the waiting room. Several police cars were arriving at the hospital to respond to the massacre as we squealed our tires along the road.
Several policemen fired at Mr. Voorhees as he chased after our car, but it was hopeless for everyone involved, aside from Cassie and me. The cops weren't going to get anywhere shooting Jason, and Jason was no match for the beast under the hood of my Oldsmobile Delta 88.
Roaring down the road in my car, Cassie and I were on our way to go find the veterinarian. Jason Voorhees was one dog that nobody would mind having put to sleep.
"Uh, show me how you load that thing," Cassie asked with a confused look on her face.
"It's easy," I say. I flip the lever and break the shotgun open. It's a double-barrel, so I pop two shotgun shells into it.
"But- you only put two shells in it?"
"Yes," I reply with a little annoyance.
"But you can shoot it like five times before relaoding!" Cassie said with annoyance.
"Sugar, I don't have time to explain it to you," I drawled in my coolest voice. "We've got to get our butts to Crystal Lake Veterinary Clinic and talk to Dr.... Willington-"
"Williamson," Cassie corrected.
"Yeah, that's pretty much what I said. We need to talk to him about getting the tranquilizer gun and darts to stop Big Ugly," I said as I glanced around the room. We were on the second floor, and needed to get to ground level without having a giant pissed-off deadite turn us into dogfood.
I went into the hallway, grabbing a container of dirty linens. Selecting ones that I hoped were relatively free of MRSA and excrement, I tied a few sheets together until I had a rope long enough to reach the ground.
"Thanks, Doc!" I said to Dr. Kreuger as I climbed down first. I figured that Cassie weighs less than I do, and if the improvised rope will hold my weight then she shouldn't have a problem.
After Cassie and I were on the ground, we sprinted for the parking lot. We got in the car just as Big Ugly came sprinting out of the waiting room. Several police cars were arriving at the hospital to respond to the massacre as we squealed our tires along the road.
Several policemen fired at Mr. Voorhees as he chased after our car, but it was hopeless for everyone involved, aside from Cassie and me. The cops weren't going to get anywhere shooting Jason, and Jason was no match for the beast under the hood of my Oldsmobile Delta 88.
Roaring down the road in my car, Cassie and I were on our way to go find the veterinarian. Jason Voorhees was one dog that nobody would mind having put to sleep.