Yakking

RPG:
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Who: Keto, Trisees and the rest.
Where: Planet.
When: After dino death.
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Trisees leant back in the seat and yawned.
"Yes, fabulous idea, you guys stand around arguing ALL day and wait
for more dinosaurs the arrive," he said, looking down at the circle
of people.
"Well what do you suggest scientist?" asked Coffey, looking up at
him from her tree stump seat. She had her arms folded. The tree was
still inside the car, it's wounds being tended to by Wildlfower.
Tara's still dazed and confused, and the twins were also inside the
car. Coffey, Keto, Cerberum and Chrysler were in a circled clearing,
all arguing over seniority and what to do next.
"Well, nurse, I say we all get back in the car and let me find some
kind of civilised place. I'm the best driver we have. I used to be
a rally driver for my college. I could circumnavigate the ice dunes
of Callisto quicker than anyone else on the moon. You need me more
than anyone at this point to drive through this undergrowth and
outrun these beasties."
"Who said you were in charge?" asked Chrysler.
"I don't need your permission to speak do I Chrysler," stated
Trisees.
"You're forgetting Trisees, I'm the guy with the gun," said
Chrysler, smugly.
"Okay, two things Chrysler. 1) I'm also Shakespeare, so therefore,
have immunity. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and you kill
me, you kill Shakespeare and Coffey kills you. 2) It doesn't matter
if you have the gun, as I have the ammo," Trisees pointed to the
bazookoid and smiled.
Chrysler looked down to see the small orange 'cartridge empty'
light flashing. He sighed and tossed Trisees the gun.
"Now, I'm not going to use this on anyone," he said, stowing the
gun in the compartment next to his seat. "I have no reason to. Yet.
"Lets just find some civilisation constructed buildings of some
sort, I assume there will be some seeing as we were going to some
kind of alien base. And work out what we'll do from there. I can
outdrive these dinosaurs to the ground," he said patting the steering
wheel.
"Unless any of you have a better plan of where we go and what we
do?"
<Tag! Who's it?>
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