Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 24, 2007 8:06:47 GMT -5
Seeing Spec get dragged back into the basement by a croc, Spinbad takes out his phone.
"Aw screw it...If you won't call the zookeepers, I will..."
Spinbad dials a number, but no one picks up, so he leaves a message. Then he grabs his fire ax, 2 pistols, a shotgun, ammo, his IPod, and some grenades and runs into the basement.
"Hold on Spec! The music calvary is comin'!"
Spinbad finds a large group of crocs chasing a badly mauled Specialist in the corner.
"Oh boy...I could use some backup..."
The DJ takes his phone out again and texts Mel, since yelling would only attract the crocs to him. The text reads, "A little help in the basement would be nice! About 20 crocs in here mauling Spec!"
Then one of the crocs turn around and notices the DJ. It begins to charge at him, along with about 5 other crocs. It opens it mouth...
...but Spinbad throws a grenade in it, causing it to explode.
"YEA! How you like 'em grenades now? Oh shit..."
The grenade and Spinbad yelling that last phrase has caused half of the bigger group of crocs to become attracted to him.
"All hell has just broken loose..."
He begins running like crazy.
"AHHHH! There's no way I'm gonna be gator poop today!"
He runs back upstairs, locks the trapdoor, but the crocs are now slamming into the door, in attempt to bring it down.
"Um....what to toss on this door....hm...ah...I know..."
Spinbad begins tossing anything, and everything, on top of the door. He even Spec's usual seat on it.
"I hope Spec doesn't mind..."
"Aw screw it...If you won't call the zookeepers, I will..."
Spinbad dials a number, but no one picks up, so he leaves a message. Then he grabs his fire ax, 2 pistols, a shotgun, ammo, his IPod, and some grenades and runs into the basement.
"Hold on Spec! The music calvary is comin'!"
Spinbad finds a large group of crocs chasing a badly mauled Specialist in the corner.
"Oh boy...I could use some backup..."
The DJ takes his phone out again and texts Mel, since yelling would only attract the crocs to him. The text reads, "A little help in the basement would be nice! About 20 crocs in here mauling Spec!"
Then one of the crocs turn around and notices the DJ. It begins to charge at him, along with about 5 other crocs. It opens it mouth...
...but Spinbad throws a grenade in it, causing it to explode.
"YEA! How you like 'em grenades now? Oh shit..."
The grenade and Spinbad yelling that last phrase has caused half of the bigger group of crocs to become attracted to him.
"All hell has just broken loose..."
He begins running like crazy.
"AHHHH! There's no way I'm gonna be gator poop today!"
He runs back upstairs, locks the trapdoor, but the crocs are now slamming into the door, in attempt to bring it down.
"Um....what to toss on this door....hm...ah...I know..."
Spinbad begins tossing anything, and everything, on top of the door. He even Spec's usual seat on it.
"I hope Spec doesn't mind..."
