A messy ball of short hair crashed into Slightly Offensive as I side stepped the beast.
He let out a faggoty grunt/yelp and went flying across the room.
The shotgun, which I forgot to mention that I brought, was already loaded. I aimed and fired.
The beast dropped. Slightly Offensive was lying on his side holding his ribs. He was obviously hurt, but this needed to be done.
I ran out back and grabbed a carving knife and plastic trash bag. With quick work and my sloppy skills I had gathered enough meat to last us for a little while. Or possibly something to now trade the Indians with.
I helped Slightly Gay back up and we hurried back to the wagon.
The shouted to the camerman! Harness the neck beards! We're fording the fucking river!
Without hesitation(now I know why Slightly Gay kept him around), he carried out my orders.
I layed Slightly Offensive down in the back of the wagon. I think he broke some ribs....maybe internal bleeding.
Hold on my friend.
The white camerman and I grabbed fiercing onto the nipples of the front neckbeard. He winced, but did not hesitate.
We sloshed through the dirty water. It was not as deep as we thought. The smell of street shit was the worst part.
We made it to dry land and the camerman sighed deeply. I told him to stay with the neckbeards. We were going to force march through the night.
I climbed into the back of the wagon and frowned. Slightly Offensive was hurt bad.
He looked up at me and forced some words from his mouth.
Why did you make me get naked and put the trench coat on?
I shrugged. If the Deli was empty then I was going to trade you to some fags for some crystal meth.
He nodded and slipped into a slumber.
Today was a success. No one died.