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In the midst of all the chaos of the bomb threat, and Ruffnut being annoyed at somehow missing the trip to have an adventure with the rest of the Vikings, the blond warrior had been kidnapped by everyone's favorite insane computer program.
No feeling even more dissatisfaction with life on Stacy Ruffnut had retreated to the sensoriums to relax.
It was night on the isle of Berk. A cool breeze rolled along the hilly field making the grass dance as Ruffnut walked along spear slung casually over her shoulder watching the stars. It was a rare moment of contemplation for the viking woman. She didn't like to spend too much time deep in thought after all. It was a waste of time as far as she was concerned. Still the stars and the field had a calming effect on her. Even the slices of cake grazing in the field like sheep were soothing to watch.
...it seemed that the unfulfilled promise of still in Ruffnut's mind.
"One side wimp!" A force from behind sent her crashing to the ground. The calming time was ended as a computer generated Tuffnut knocked into her playfully earning a sharp kick for his troubles. "Look who's talking. At last I made it of Berk alive loser."
"Your a loser!" Came the not terribly clever retort.
No feeling even more dissatisfaction with life on Stacy Ruffnut had retreated to the sensoriums to relax.
It was night on the isle of Berk. A cool breeze rolled along the hilly field making the grass dance as Ruffnut walked along spear slung casually over her shoulder watching the stars. It was a rare moment of contemplation for the viking woman. She didn't like to spend too much time deep in thought after all. It was a waste of time as far as she was concerned. Still the stars and the field had a calming effect on her. Even the slices of cake grazing in the field like sheep were soothing to watch.
...it seemed that the unfulfilled promise of still in Ruffnut's mind.
"One side wimp!" A force from behind sent her crashing to the ground. The calming time was ended as a computer generated Tuffnut knocked into her playfully earning a sharp kick for his troubles. "Look who's talking. At last I made it of Berk alive loser."
"Your a loser!" Came the not terribly clever retort.