Leave it up to the scientist! (Yahoo hates me.)

Rpg:
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Who: Crashed team.
When: After crash.
where: Dinosaur's breakfast table.
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"Terrific, wonderful, great idea Cerebrum! how about we dip you in
barbecue sauce and throw you at the dinosaur. It might have a better
effect," said Keto angrily, as he backed away slowly from the
growling and stationary dinosaur.
"A little less of the talk, and a little more of the running!"
suggsted Chrysler, also retreating slowly.
"Hey!" shouted Coffey, as she backed into one of the crashed bugs
legs.
"Where did Trisees go?" she asked.
The away team tried their best to keep one alert watch on the
growling dinosaur and one alert eye on looking for Trisees. The
dinosaur seeemed to be sizing up each team member and trying to
decide which one looked the tastiest.
"Please say he got eaten already!" said Tara.
"Maybe he's already running, like we should do!" shouted Cerebrum.
Any reply to this was cut off by a large rumbling sound, followed
by a loud crash. The bottom part of the crashed bug's cargo bay
covered hull split open as an oversized car exploded out from it and
landed heavily on the ground.
The car's back end looked like solid steel and was boxlike in
design. Supporting it were a pair of monster truck wheels. The
front end was a roll cage covered driver's seat, complete with
mirrors, steering wheel, pedals and an irate scientist behind the
wheel.
"GET IN!" shouted Trisees, thumping a button and causing the back
door of the box area to slam into the ground and open up a safe haven
for the crew. One by one they hurried piled into the back area and
Trisees pressed the same button which pulled the door back up.
He revved the engine a few times, the noise as loud as a jumbo jet,
and waited.
The dinosaur was moving towards the car now, his mouth stretching
open and the growling increasing in volume.
"Now Trisees, NOW!" shouted chrysler through the intercom.
'come on, closer, closer,' whispered Trisees under his breath,
watching the dinosaur in his mirror. The dinosaur's mouth was as
wide as it could get and the teeth looked like a row of knives.
Suddenly the car lurched away as the dinosaur's mouth snapped shut
in empty air, and Trisees sped off into the undergrowth.
"Everyone ok back there?" asked Trisees through the intercom as the
car plowed through shrub after shrub.
"We seem to be," said Chrysler.
"And if we ever get into a situation like that again," added
Cerebrum, "don't show off."
"Whatever, pyschotrist," said Trisees, cursing as he smashed over a
tree and continued through the bushes. The thumping of the
dinosaur's footprints had gotten quieter and had almost faded.
"It was pretty cool though, wasn't it?" he said, laughing.
<Yep that's right, Trisees can drive. His extracurricular activity
in college was rally driving. Take it away someone else.>
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