Le French Revolution

Who: Seymour, Mk.7 (on/in 'Suicidal Insanity') and French refugees
Where: Aboreum
When: A few minutes after last post
Mk.7 flew about a few metres in front of Seymour and the group of
French refugees.
"God, I hope no one sees us. We look like a bloody tour group!" said
Mk.7, still on the lookout for anything dangerous.
"Yes, but at least the odds of me... I mean us being attcked are
reduced" said Seymour, before trying to hack down some obstructing
branches with his machette.
He finally managed to get through a vine when a loud roar came from
a short distance to the left, causing the French to stop their
drunken singing.
"Why is there always something that roars?" asked Seymour
"And why is it always just out of visual range?" asked Mk.7, before
using the cattle prod to push one of the French people into the bush
where the sound seemed to come from.
There was a loud scream which was then reducd to a gurgle as the
sound of blood spilling out everywhere became apparent.
"Hmm..." said Mk.7, whose ability to successfully pronounce "..."
stunned Seymour and a few of the more sober French people
"Do you think we should double check?" asked Seymour
"You read my mind" said Mk.7 smirking before shoving another into
the bushes.
"No, I should think that if I could read your mind I would be
completely incapacitated with disgust." said Seymour before grabbing
another frenchman by the collar and throwing him into the bushes.
"Yeugh!" yelled Seymour "Now my hand smells like garlic!"
"Oh, get over it. We should have fed it enough by now for us to be
able to get in there without it trying to kill us." said Mk.7.
Seymour was hesitant, until Mk.7 floated up behind him, cattle prod
buzzing viciously.
They plowed through the large plants, blasting the occational
overgrown venus fly-trap.
When they reached the opening they found what they were looking for,
but not quite how they imagined it.
They had stumbled upon a 15 metre tall tomato, with very, very large
teeth. Sprouting all around it's base were various other vegetables,
though these did not resemble a jack-o-lantern as the tomato did.
The huge tomato let out a huge roar and grabbed Seymour by the
ankles with dozens of vines and hoisted him up off of the ground.
Seymour screamed and Mk.7 targeted all weapons on the Suicidal
Insanity at the giant killer tomato.
"Seymour! Get out of the blast area!" yelled Mk.7
"Oh, how do you wan me to do that?!" Seymour screamed back.
The tomato moved Seymour to it's mouth, and then recoiled in
disgust. It dropped Seymour who fell and landed with a loud thud,
before limping away very fast.
"Must have been the smell of garlic that repelled it." Seymour said
as he approached Mk.7, who loosed all weapons at the the giant
tomato.
Seymour was swept away by the huge flood of tomato that was
unleashed. Mk.7 flew over to where he lay sprawled on the ground in
a 2 inch deep pool of tomato.
"Smeg! Tomato is imposible to wash out!" whinged Seymour
"That may not be an entirly bad thing." said Mk.7, gesturing at
Seymours rediculous clothes before setting off to collect the many
fruits and vegetables that were spread about 'Ground Zero'
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