stuck for ideas but hey!

"Well," with some effort, Dean turned to the front cover, "Phil FeBuggure Weapons Systems. Oh, if I could get my hands on this Phil Febuggure I'd kill the smegger! Leaving us with elves!"
"Well, feel free." said Jay, "he's right behind you."
"So, it's our Phil is it?" asked Dean, suddenyl realising.
"Yessss." said Jay sarcastically, "now start fighting you useless git!"
 
"What the hell are these things anyway?" said Phil. "Big...mean..robot santas" said Jasmine
"Oh" said Phil.
"We gotta get the smeg outta here!" said Jay, running toward the sleigh, a missile skimmed past his ear and ploughed into the side of the sled, the force of the explosion knocking Jay to the floor.
"Or maybe not...."
he turned and pulled out his handgun, firing random shots.  
"Jay!" shouted white Wolf "Over there!"
"I see it!" Jay replied and sprinted down the road.
"Where the hell's he going?" Dean asked, still flicking through the instruction manual for Phils gadget. 
Seconds later a black van came roaring around the corner, with Jay at the wheel.
"What are ya waitin' for get in!" he shouted from the drivers window.
Jasmine slid the side door open and she, White Wolf, Cerebrum, Mini-Phil, the FBI agents and Phil climbed in.
Phil got out again, and grabbed Dean by the collar, daggin him into the van. 
"Lets burn rubber Chrysler!" White Wolf yelled, climbing into the front passenger seat, Jay nodded, put the van in gear, and screeched toward the santas, knocking a large group of them aside, ploughing through them like a bowling ball. 
 
 
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