Leggin' it

Who: Mk.7 and Efof
Where: Scrap yard
When: immediately after last post
Mk.7's legs extended as much as possible as he sprinted through the
labyrinth of wreckage, occasionally seeing a piece of equipment or
just general junk he really wanted to stop to grab, but reluctantly
decided against it. By sheer happenstance, another path converged on
his, and Efof came out of it to run beside Mk.7.
"Well, this must be the most exercise you've ever gotten, eh Efof?"
joked Mk.7
"Yeah. Hey, I think the noob didn't even start running! He just
stood there and turned around." said Efof smirking
"Yes! Alrightly fleshbag, hand it over" said Mk.7 slowing down to a
jog
"Uh, what do you mean?" asked Efof nervously
"It took exactly 20 minutes for the noob to be involved in a
horrible accident, so I win the bet. Now give me the money!" said
Mk.7 quite gleefully, considering certain humiliation was only a few
hundred meters behind them
"Oh, alright" said Efof digging in his wallet, and giving Mk.7 a
fiver
"What, only that?" said Mk.7 inserting the money into a slot in his
mouth.
At that moment a loud roar came from behind them.
"Uh, well, either that was the monster or the noob is giving birth"
said Efof quite scared
"Yeah, and I don't wanna see it one way or another" said Mk.7 and
the pair sprinted off... until Efof sprained his ankle.
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