"That wasn't enough for you?" I asked, knowing the answer. "Yes, the pizza should be here shortly. You better get ready." I sat down in the living room chair and reached for the remote. "Not there! In the bedroom!" she ordered as she pointed an angry finger towards the bedroom portion. "Whatever," I sighed as I resigned myself to the situation. It wasn't long before there was another knock on the door and someone said "pizza" so I peeked around the corner to see Diane wrapping herself a little better this time and head for the door. She was followed back into the room by a man in his early forties, kind of weird looking. Like the kid before him, he couldn't take his eyes off Diane, even though she remained wrapped in the towel. "Let me get your money," she sounded nervous, maybe even a little afraid. I could see the two of them standing a couple of feet away, with Diane's back to me. She had dropped her towel and her wallet and was bending over to retrieve her wallet. The guy. Tone. And when I swung my head around, I saw that the cult leader’s eyes had gone pitch black. His jaw hung slightly open and he stood in a weird, jaggy style way. Like his muscles didn’t quite know what they were doing – jerked into the correct position, but with the wrong posture and the wrong intentions. I gulped, slowly. Something was very hinky. Very very hinky. I opened my mouth to speak – but the gnome cult leader swung the mounted machine gun back to face me.“But this is not a bullet,” he said.And then shot me right in the chest with a rocket. It smashed into my chest, bowled me over the table, and punched me through the metal sheeting covering the handheld computer shop. I groaned – and distantly, heard a very very pissed off sounding roar coming from Mr. Wrench’s shop. I forced myself to my feet, blinking as I looked down at my chest. The rocket was gone. Pff. More like substandard damage rocket, am I right? I grinned, then gaped in horror as I saw Alex emerging from Mr..
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