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fandomtownies2010-09-17 09:25 pm
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Imperial Junke Yard, Friday
Nothing much surprised Marcus anymore.
So when the first of the flying piranha with the great nasty pointy teeth came at him, he didn't waste time boggling. He just shot it. And then he shot the next one, and the next one and the one after that.
He got bitten a couple of times, and took more than one fin to the face, but he was fast, he trusted the island about as far he could throw it, and he was well armed. In the end, it was just like shooting fish in a, well, in a junkyard. Granted, there were dead fish everywhere by the time he was done, but in Fandom terms that was no big deal.
Marcus glared at the mess, kicked a dead fish out of the way, pulled his knife out of the one pinned to the door, and rummaged around in the shed for something to patch the bites. As annoying as the murderous flying fish had been, he couldn't help being relieved that at least the day's weirdness was out of the way.
Which was right about when the dead fish came back from the dead.
Okay, maybe some things could still surprise him. Zombie fish, for one. And they were coming for what he could only assume were his tasty, tasty brains.
It was the first time he'd ever had to kill something twice. When he was done, and the zombie fish were once more sprawled in the dirt, he leaned in the doorway of the shed, gun in hand, keeping one eye on the the fishy corpses while he kept a lookout for fresh fish.
It was going to be a very long day.
So when the first of the flying piranha with the great nasty pointy teeth came at him, he didn't waste time boggling. He just shot it. And then he shot the next one, and the next one and the one after that.
He got bitten a couple of times, and took more than one fin to the face, but he was fast, he trusted the island about as far he could throw it, and he was well armed. In the end, it was just like shooting fish in a, well, in a junkyard. Granted, there were dead fish everywhere by the time he was done, but in Fandom terms that was no big deal.
Marcus glared at the mess, kicked a dead fish out of the way, pulled his knife out of the one pinned to the door, and rummaged around in the shed for something to patch the bites. As annoying as the murderous flying fish had been, he couldn't help being relieved that at least the day's weirdness was out of the way.
Which was right about when the dead fish came back from the dead.
Okay, maybe some things could still surprise him. Zombie fish, for one. And they were coming for what he could only assume were his tasty, tasty brains.
It was the first time he'd ever had to kill something twice. When he was done, and the zombie fish were once more sprawled in the dirt, he leaned in the doorway of the shed, gun in hand, keeping one eye on the the fishy corpses while he kept a lookout for fresh fish.
It was going to be a very long day.
Talk to Marcus
Mod the junkyard
OOC