ReRe: oh gods, who knew rotting corpses smelt so bad....

after a few minutes of random swearing from Jack, the compu-gun
started wurring again, but all he was able to use was the toy gun
that fired small plastic discs.
"training, its a training weapon!! i can fix it, i think" faultered
the security guard, but luckily, a few shurikens were left, the
plastic discs were removed, and replaced by small serrated metal
discs.
swoosh, swoosh, 2 discs spinning theough the air, 2 zombies bite the
dust.
"god!? where are they coming from!!" questioned tara, the only one
now without an 'undead-friendly'? gun.
"hold on a tick!!, they can't live without heads right?" blurted
tara, firing a few shots of the bazookoid, splattering the goo of 2
heads onto them, the zombies being rather scuppered now, only 5 of
them left in the training room, and Keats with a new gun...
BLAM!! one flechette round rlying through the air, slicing and
dicing the zombies, all of them being a bit diced now, keats
stopped, looked down at his new gun, a wide smile slowly appearing
on his face.
"BLANCMONGE!!, ok prof, i need some flechette rounds. can you make
them?!"
<tag, tony>
OOC: once again a bit short, but thats what i specialise in :)