[SITS THERE

EATING

A BURGER I am the greatest at coming up new and exciting opening posts. SO COLE IS SITTING IN A CITY THAT'S ACTUALLY NOT A PIECE OF SHIT AND EATING FOOD THAT IS.... WELL YEAH MCDONALDS IS PRETTY BAD TOO YEAH BUT HE'LL TAKE THIS OVER TRYING TO FIND SCRAPS OUT OF A DUMPSTER, OKAY. HATERS GONNA HATE. SO YOU GUYS DO WHAT YOU WANT.]

[BITCH.  ZOMBIE'S COMIN' UP THE HELL RIGHT NOW!

SHOOTS IT IN THE HEAD.]

THAT one's mine.

[ALL SMUG AND COOL AND SHIT CUZ SHE IS BADDEST WOMAN ALIVE.]

[PRIES A HEADCRAB OFF HIMSELF

THROWS IT ON THE GROUND

SHOOTS IT

HOLY CRAP HE HATES HEAD HUMPERS SO MUCH]

So, uhhh.

I'm goin' to some big castle whatever? With no TV, no X-Box, no guns, no nothin'?

How the hell's that supposed to be fun? It ain't smokin' bongs in nana's trailer, but it ain't blowin' shit up either! What am I supposed to do? Guess huntin' would be alright, but...

I'm not complainin' about the lack of new PB.

I like looking young and handsome and Hollywood. Ish. Ery. Ishery. Dickery. Anyway. Yeah, so I like being "those types". The kind that make all the ladies go "You have a kid?! My god, how'd you lose the baby weight?" I mean, in a non-mpreg sorta way.

The moral of the story? I like my girlish figure.

Levitating cars, huh?

Rock 'n roll.

[Barney walks down the eerie, empty streets. In a cool, futuristic-looking police uniform/armor, he keeps his gun at the ready and an eye out.

Goddamn, that beer he promised Freeman sounded good right now.]

[ooc: this is for Kid but anyone can tag in if they want I don't mind.]

I get to go somewhere else now? Uh. Yeah. Sure. Great. Fantastic! He-HEY, why not. It's not like anyone's gonna listen to me now, huh?

[AH HA HA... ha...]

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