Before the next year of hell...
The winnebago rumbles and clatters a great deal, but it drives. That's all that matters. It drives well, in fact. Murdoc's been working on it all summer, between his two jobs and his necessary time spent just fucking around. Now the behemoth roars down the narrow suburban street and into the Tusspot household's driveway.
Muds switches the engine off and hops down out of the high driver's seat. He has a hell of a confident swagger on as he makes his way to the door, grinning smugly. He knocks loudly, the pair of handcuffs hanging from his belt-loops rattling as he goes.
"Stuuuu... Come out and play!!"
Muds switches the engine off and hops down out of the high driver's seat. He has a hell of a confident swagger on as he makes his way to the door, grinning smugly. He knocks loudly, the pair of handcuffs hanging from his belt-loops rattling as he goes.
"Stuuuu... Come out and play!!"