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fandomtownies2009-11-10 06:23 pm
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The Docks, Tuesday
Once again, Jack woke up to an invasion and found himself fighting his way down to the dock with his handgun. He was starting to question the wisdom of stashing his big guns on the boat.
Still, he left a lot of carnage (veg-age?) behind him on his trek down, and once he emerged from the Homer's cabin with his flak vest and P90, the foliage REALLY started flying. When he blasted a rabid cucumber into pieces and it landed on the shredded remains of a head of lettuce and a slowly dripping exploded tomato, he couldn't help but chuckle. "I guess that's what you call a 'salad shooter'."
Still, he left a lot of carnage (veg-age?) behind him on his trek down, and once he emerged from the Homer's cabin with his flak vest and P90, the foliage REALLY started flying. When he blasted a rabid cucumber into pieces and it landed on the shredded remains of a head of lettuce and a slowly dripping exploded tomato, he couldn't help but chuckle. "I guess that's what you call a 'salad shooter'."