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A Warthog only has three seats..., gAg Part 1.62
Posted By: Mister Frodo<tbone17lig@yahoo.com>
Date: 19 November 2005, 5:27 am
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(Dear Reader. If you are reading this, you are logged in to HBO, gone to the Fan Fic page, found this, and are currently scanning the words through you occulary devices. (a.k.a. eyes). You may have read the first three selections of this series. I have decided, in order for this series to right itself, the main characters must DIE. No, not dye, DIE. So, good luck, and may the Force be with you. Or whatever.)
A gentle shove brought Sev from his slumber. "Hey, wake up! Wake up, man!"
"Does he need the Jaws of Life?"
"If he does, I am NOT giving them to him."
"****, I didn't mean you."
"What, decided to become queer on me?"
"Oh, shut up!"
Sev lifted up his head. "What happened?"
Dr. BOB shrugged. "Well, this guy suddenly pops up, and shoots you with a Sniper Rifle. Q nails him right there, but he might come back."
"Wait. If you knew what happened, why the heck did you shrug?"
"Because, smurftard, I needed an action so you could identify who was speaking."
"Oh." He looked at Q. "Thanks."
She shook her head. "I didn't do anything. I just fired and hit him."
"But that means you did something."
"No, it doesn't."
He sighed. "We can do this all day, but anyway, was that guy part of 1337?"
"No. I've seen him before. He's with the Metroid Hunters. He's your friend."
Dr. BOB huffed. "If he's Sev's friend, why did he shoot him?"
"No, you drat, his name is your friend. An odd name, yeah, but it's the least of our problems."
Leafblade shook his head. "Listen, how many bad names is this story going to have? Dr. BOB, Q, Klone, your friend, I mean, the author's worse than George Lucas!"
"Ouch. That's harsh." Sev got up. "Wait. You didn't berate my name or yours."
"Well, I think Leafblade's cool. And so is Strength of Seven. No way!"
"What?"
"Well, the author just had to correct something, and when he typed it, it didn't delete the words in front of it!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
Dr. BOB walked away. "Listen, if we need to leave, than we need to leave. Let's take the Warthog."
"But she only has three seats."
"I count two."
"I meant the Warthog, you idiot!"
"Oh, yeah. Well, one of us can sit in the other's lap."
Sev nodded. "Yeah, but the person that's sitting in the passenger seat will have to wrap their arms around the person in their lap."
Q chuckled. "You know, I'm going to get the turret, so you guys can chose the rest of the seating yourselves."
"Oh, bother." Dr. BOB hopped into the driver's seat. "Okay, that leaves you two in the passenger."
"On second thought, I'm going to stay here." Leafblade sat down. "I can work on my Fan Fic."
"Fine. While you waste your time on that Star Wars fan fic, we'll be out saving Cappy."
"Fine by me."
"Fine."
"Fine."
Q groaned. "Listen, if you guys are going to do this the whole time, then you can both stay here, and me and Sev will go to your "Cappy"'s rescue."
"Heck no." Dr. BOB watched as Sev and Q got in their seats. "See you later, Leafblade."
"Fine, fine, whatever. Hey, no one's posted comments for my second and third fan fics!"
Sev stared at Leafblade's diminishing figure as they drove off. "Hey, do you think he'll be okay?"
"Him? Oh, he's got plenty of hidden strength. He'll be fine."
"Okay." Sev moved his eyes back to the snowy plains. "Let's go kick some Heretic pants off."
"Dude, not cool."
Twenty minutes earlier...
Dr. BOB shook his head. "He's out cold."
Leafblade kicked Sev's body. "Wake up, you dirtbag!" He looked at the others. "Yep, he's out."
Q watched them argue over something pointless. Her eyes focused on Leafblade, his bright green armor, his muscular frame...
She shook her head to clear it. "Come on, he'll wake up soon enough. Those baddies only have stun shots anyway."
Dr. BOB shrugged. "I'm gonna keep nudging him for kicks. You guys...go do whatever you do."
She smiled. Perfect. Her chance to be alone. "Hey, Leafblade?"
He looked up. "Yeah?"
"Mind helping me with the 'Hog?"
"Oh, sure."
She crouched by the rear tire on the other side. Good. Out of that idiot's view. "Do you think this tire needs pumping?"
"That one?" Leafblade knelt next to her. "I don't know."
"Hey, Leafblade?"
"Yeah?"
"Ever get hot in your armor?"
"Oh, sometimes."
"Wanna take your helmet off?"
"You know, I've been waiting since the first one for someone to ask me that." He removed his helmet, revealing a head with scraggly blonde hair. "Thanks."
She took off her own helmet. "Yeah. I hate this armor."
"Yeah, it-"
She kissed him. He stopped for a moment, and then pushed her away. "****! What did you do that for?"
"It was something I needed to get out of my system." She put her helmet back on. "You never speak of this. To anyone."
"Alright." He put his own head piece back on. "You do look nice with out it on."
"Thanks. You don't."
She turned and walked away. He sat there for a second. "Hey!"
She smirked. Gotten the insult a little too late.
As usual.
(So, reader, are you ready? Be assured, someone will die next chapter. Until then, the Force will be with you.)
(Or the Scwhartz, I don't care.)
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