The Elbow Room

[Sarpek]

There is a loud hiss and a thud as a tranq dart hits Noah in the chest. Sarpek points what is now revealed to be a tranq rifle from the zoo onto his shoulder. "Okay, He's out."

[Noah]

Someone is poking the magic rainbow with the badness stick. The magic rainbow is a rainbow of happiness and does not like the badness stick. The magic rainbow decides to eat the badness stick all up and rid the world of its evil.

Noah grabs Sarpek's shotgun and starts chewing on the stock. The kid is so far off his rocker that he can't even see it anymore.

[Leon Silverblood]

"Hell and damnation, he's completely lost it. Well, at least you didn't get a mule-kick to the stomach for your trouble!"

Leon chuckles and begins tying Noah up, stripping his weapons from him reluctantly.

"What are we gonna do with him? And what if he turns quisling?"

[Noah]

Noah begins wriggling in his bonds and yelling.

"Cat, I'm a kitty cat. And I dance dance dance and I dance dance dance!"

He appears to be attempting some sort of dance but is restrained by the ropes.

[Angel]

Suddenly, DICKS EVERYWHERE!

[Leon Silverblood]

Leon begins rebuilding the barricades. His radio squawks for a moment:

# 27.20 MHz: "City, this is the Aurelian Herald. I have failed you!" (exactly 3 hours ago)
# 27.20 MHz: "The empire has been destroyed by fascists," (exactly 3 hours ago)
# 27.20 MHz: "our last hope lies in ashes." (2 hours and 59 minutes ago)
# 27.20 MHz: "I am a broken man, who has his share of enemies around here." (2 hours and 59 minutes ago)
# 27.20 MHz: "Please, leave this old royalist alone." (2 hours and 59 minutes ago)
# 27.20 MHz: "I am too old to adapt to these new ideas of democracy n such" (2 hours and 58 minutes ago)
# 27.20 MHz: "Bt I will harm no one, just me liver and the liquor store." (2 hours and 57 minutes ago)

((I almost laughed my ass off when I heard this broadcast))

"Hey, you know what this means??...He knows where there's a liquor store!!"

[Michelle O.bama]

The heap of rubble piled on top of Michelle makes deep scraping and shifting sounds. Small and medium sized bits of concrete tumble down it into the ill-maintained road, some thunking into old cars that haven't stirred since early in the outbreaks, years ago.

A loose wall of sheet rock and steel girders rises, then falls away, sliding down the real wall beneath it that is slowly righting itself, crumbs shaken from a piece of toast. Michelle pushes the wall completely over, it crushes a hitherto untouched Volkswagen beetle, and she brushes her hair out of her face and glares silently at The Elbow Room from across the street.

She cross quickly, un-holstering her Glock .45 again.

[Noah]

Somehow Noah has managed to crawl back into the fridge and close the door behind him. He is humming quietly to himself. He can feel the bad people coming. They're going to do bad things to good people and Noah doesn't like bad things. The safety zone will keep the bad people away.

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

A fifth-generation Ford Mustang with 2 M134's welded onto the hood drives by, followed closely by a Dodge Ram with 4 heavy machine guns, 2 vulcan cannons, and some Russian RPG-7's. The Ram is firing it's heavy machine guns at the heavily shielded rear of the Mustang. The heavy shield of the Mustang detaches itself, and is now a hunk of metal rolling down the road. The Ram serves to avoid the piece of metal, but fails, and the passenger side of the Ram gets ripped off. The driver seat of the Ram is now exposed, revealing none other then DJ Spinbad behind the wheels.

"Holy fuck, Axe! Is that how you want to play? So be it!"

The Mustang, now without it's heavy shild, has it's fuel tank completely exposed. The DJ presses a button on the steering wheel and fires 2 of the 4 remaining RPG's on the roof of the car. The RPGs hit their marks, the Mustang's gas tank. The Mustang flips and explodes into a fiery ball of fire, but not before someone could be seen using the ejector seats of the Mustang.

"Take that, bitch! Holy shit...."

The DJ loses control of the Ram since he has not been keeping his eyes on the road, and crashes through a wall and bangs into the very refrigerator Noah was hiding in. The DJ is leaning over the steering wheel, a little bloody since he banged his head on the dashboard because the airbags never went off.

"What the deuce...Where the hell are the airba-"

The airbags smack the DJ in the face.

"...Ow..."

[Sarpek]

Sarpek looks out across the street. "Leon, The terminator's back..." This time, he heads for a different contraption, jamming the gearshift around to power a modified generator, which is connected to a plywood shed by a thick cable, with several more coming out. He loads two large darts into a rather over-sized modified crossbow, and plugs a cable leading out of the shed into one coming from the stock of the crossbow. Sparks leap between the gaps as the plugs come together. He peers down the scope, and pulls the trigger. There is a loud twang and a crackle as the bolts speed on their way, trailing wires, their tips spewing 100,000 volts.

[Vito The Don]

During the ruckus in the bar, Vito has lead his button-men to victory over the IRA using an unconventional tactic called "Blow them up with LAW's" and turned the tide in the battle. Vito waves a white flag, and get's the Gambiones and Branzini leaders to join him at a flipped mustang for a site down. "So, you boys stop raiding my allies, and no more privet wars agreed?" Vito says in a stern voice to the rival dons. "Agreed." They reply in unison, realizing that in an open war, Vito is the true Don of Malton, and would crush them. Vito stands up and walks away, nonchalantly reaching into his pocket for a cell phone. It's too late for the don's as they realize their folly. Ancient words of wisdom float through thier heads. "Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line." Vito smiles as the carbomb goes off, obliterating some of his competition. Suprisingly his phone goes off again, a hushed conversation takes place and Vito nods to a leutenant. "Ricardo, I've got an important meeting with agent Q over at the cinema, clean up shop, and restock the bar with booze, those fools earned it."

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

The DJ steps out of the destroyed Ram, and sees the fridge he had crashed into.

"There better be an ice pack in that fridge. My head hurts like hell..."

The DJ opens the fridge, only to find Noah inside.

"Nope...No ice packs...Just Noah..."

The DJ begins removing every weapons from the Ram.

"These'll come in handy in the future."

As the DJ stashes his weapons under the floorboards of his usual spot, a man wearing a hockey mask and carrying a chainsaw enters the bar. The man removes the mask. It is Jayson Exccks.

"Hello. Name's Jayson Exccks. I saw that rather wild Deathrace style race, and I was wondering if you needed a grease monkey."

There's something about this Jayson Exccks that the DJ can't get in his head. The DJ brushed off the thought, thinking it is probably nothing.

"Sorry. The car's wrecked. And I doubt I'll ever drive a Dodge Ram ever again."

Jayson Exccks puts his hockey mask back on.

"Fine by me. I'll leave you be."

Jayson Exccks walks out the bar, but even as he leaves, the DJ still has that suspicious thought about this guy in his head, especially since this guy's name sounds like Jason X, and dresses almost exactly like him, too.

[Leon Silverblood]

Leon groggily picks himself up and dusts himself off, then walks over to the fridge, opens it, and pokes Noah with a stick. He turns to the DJ.

"Where the FUCK did you learn how to drive? Clown school??"

"Noah, are you okay? Cause you just got hit by a truck."

[Noah]

Noah is weaving in tune to a song only he can hear. It appears that he has no rythm. When Leon asks he simply says;

"Noah is not available at the moment. Please leave a message after the tone...BEEP."

He goes back to weaving his head.

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

"As I've said before...My license was revoked back in New York."