Emohawk Returns

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"Yes you can help, you can PREPARE TO DIE!!!" shouted the lead
horseman dramatically waving a sword in the air whilst still on the
ground struggling to get his leg free of some vines. The crewmembers
stood and watched him in an awkward silence.
"Do you think we should help him?" Said Seymour.
The Plebeian snarled and waved his weapon at them while looking up
rather pathetically from the ground.
"What do you think?" said Jay sarcastically. They made a very slow
flee by comfortably ambling on foot.
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With the strange appearance and disappearance of Jockey and the emohawk,
Dante and co. were still rather edgy. They began a quick paced patrol
towards the city.
Dante paused, “Hey, close in everyone take a look at this.” Dante was
pointing, at the ground. “What is it?” Dean had got his leg’s replaced and
had joined Dante, and was staring at the ground.
“It’s a nudey Magazine. Reader’s Wives.”
“Nice,” Keats and Jay had joined with Mini Phil.
“EeeeeeeeEE”
“What’s that wee man?” asked Dante not taking his eyes from the magazine.
“He say’s are there any goats in it.” Dean was getting good at the
translating.
“Sorry mate. None this time.”
“Bloody guys, just flash your chest and there drooling over you.” Muttered
Tara as she and Amber walked past towards the city.
After much staring and drooling Dante snapped out of his near trance,
“Right everyone onwards and upwards. Dante pointed up the hill\cliff. All
the lads began grumbling and moaning as Dante kept the magazine claming
“Finders Keepers.”
Dante was still reading the Magazine as the group half walked half climbed
the hill. “Karen from Sussex… Sarah from Manchester… Sophie from County
Durham…” Dante was muttering away and turning pages with the occasion “Mmmm”
Or “Ahh”. When all of a sudden the big man, who was now at the back of the
squad, went quite and froze. The magazine began to glow. Suddenly a long
straw shaped tongue thing popped out, and stuck itself to Dante’s head.
Dante moaned and fell to the floor.
A minute later after much struggling.
“Ahhhhhhh,”
“What is it? Holy Mollie.” Dean had turned round and due to surprise his
head had fallen off. Dante was curled up on the floor in a ball.
“What’s up mate?”
“Its, Its, Its, Its taken my bravery and courage. Nooooooo.”
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