Omg hi a Gus you do not know how long I have been looking for a Gus player Shawn is so excited & 2psychic_spencerJuly 18 2012, 19:22:55 UTC
Dude, I don't feel so hot. [Shawn groaned, pressing a hand to his stomach. God, it felt like he'd taken a fist to the gut greaser style.] I'm dying, Gus. Tell my Dad he still can't have my toaster oven.
You know I can eat four, easy. [Shawn pitches forward onto his desk with a hiss as a sharp pain shoots through his abdoman.] Gus, seriously, Freddy Kruegar is about to burst out of my chest.
Shawn?! [Gus abandons his computer, getting up quickly to move to Shawn's side] What's wrong? Where does it hurt? Sit down. [Gus was this close to full panic medical mode which involved calling 911 and then flailing till they got here]
I'm dying, I am definitely dying. [Shawn squeezed his eyes shut, balling his fists into his shirt against the pain in his stomach.] Your Christmas present is in the back of my sock drawer. Churro gift certicficate; it may or may not be expired, I'm not sure.
Oh my God! [Shawn's eyes popped open, wide, as his fist hit a distinctive bump underneath his shirt.] Run Gus, save yourself. Call Sigourney Weaver and get the hell out of Dodge!
Don't be ridiculous, I'm not le--eeaahhh! [Gus windmills back as he's helping Shawn into a chair. His stomach was MOVING. And not in the normal gurgly way. Gus' voice hits new levels of screaming, pointing at the thing moving around in his friend.] WHAT IS THAT??
OK! OK WAIT! [Gus' years of watching sci-fi movies had to be worth something.] We can...we can.... [He flails, looking around the office. There had to be something here that would take care of an alien progeny. Why was it so easy for Macguyver??] We can freeze it!
[Gus runs to the refrigerator and pulls out everything he can find, dumping popscicles and ice packs on the desk and ripping open a rocket pop] Eat this, quick! [He'll just be piling the ice packs around Shawn's middle haphazardly.]
Freeze it?! [Shawn shouts, but then another pang of agony seizes his middle and he doesn't care to argue, instead shoving the rocket pop into his mouth and biting it. He swallows it, despite the burn of the cold as it makes it's way down his throat.]
This is how it all ends, buddy! [Shawn finishes the Popsicle, then grabs Gus' hand dramatically.] You always were my chocolate sunshine!
No! [Gus points at Shawn, determination all over his face] I am NOT losing my best friend to some overgrown baby from Alien. Now keep eating. [Another popscicle pushed into his hand while he tries to freeze the thing from the outside. He'd shove Shawn into the freezer if he thought he would fit. It's so hard to look at it though, squirming around like that. Gus gags, trying to hold down his own lunch.]
I don't thi- [Shawn chokes off the word, dropping the half-eaten Popsicle into his lap. The bulge isn't just moving anymore, it's traveling, shifting up towards his throat.] GUS - !
[Gus' eyes are saucers, unable to say anything as he watches in horror. He is NEVER watching alien again. Out of options, he suddenly thumps the moving lump with his fist. Maybe a bad idea but what choice does he have?]
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Oh my God! [Shawn's eyes popped open, wide, as his fist hit a distinctive bump underneath his shirt.] Run Gus, save yourself. Call Sigourney Weaver and get the hell out of Dodge!
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[Gus runs to the refrigerator and pulls out everything he can find, dumping popscicles and ice packs on the desk and ripping open a rocket pop] Eat this, quick! [He'll just be piling the ice packs around Shawn's middle haphazardly.]
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This is how it all ends, buddy! [Shawn finishes the Popsicle, then grabs Gus' hand dramatically.] You always were my chocolate sunshine!
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Wha -
[Shawn screams in terror when the bulge reappears on his back, descending downwards.]
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[Nothing for it, Gus thumps the lump again whenever he can reach it.] Die, alien scum, DIE ALREADY!
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