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Phil came running past, saw the people there and stood there
his shirt was ripped open and he was breathing hard
"The bastard..it not only ate my BDC..."
"It took a dump in Seymour's favourite restaurant as well.."
finished Tara.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
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"Would you like me to lend you a shovel?" said Mk.7 feeling the need
to throw in something aggravating to the conversation
Seymour took a few moments for himself to sob in a corner before
pulling himself together, and trying to act professional.
"Right, you, new boy, hold me up. Jay, you take the lead. Everyone
else, provide cover fire. All except you Efof you blind git; you can
stand in front of me and Ben here to protect me... I mean us from
any incoming fire."
Everybody, with the exception of Efof who was staggering face first
into walls, stood silent and stared at Seymour who had not realised,
due to his the lack of a nervous system, had a rather large quantity
of drool dripping from one side of his mouth, and had slowly slumped
to the floor.
The silence was broken by Efof yelling as he clutched his face.
"OW! I broke my nose when I ran into a wall!"
"But your nose isn't on your face." said Jay
"Yeah, but what would you prefer me to scream?"
A few more seconds passed as the last sentence sunk in, before a
noticeable shudder came from everyone. Everyone but Seymour, who had
fallen on his side, and a pool of drool was forming under his face,
saturating half his head.
The group gathered itself, reloaded their guns, and headed in the
direction the beast was headed.
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