Imperial Junke Yard, Friday
Where the puddle had come from was a mystery, given the complete lack of rain Fandom had been experiencing.
The puddle wasn't really holding Marcus' attention, despite the fact that it was smack bang in the middle of the gateway to the junkyard.
No, what was holding his attention were the fins.
He weighed it up, asking himself what the chance was that there were actually sharks in the puddle.
"Pretty damn good," he muttered and decided not to walk through it. Instead, he hopped the chainlink fence, avoiding the puddle and its piscine potential entirely.
[Open junkyard, but there be puddle sharks in the gateway, for which you can blame weetinyreese!]
The puddle wasn't really holding Marcus' attention, despite the fact that it was smack bang in the middle of the gateway to the junkyard.
No, what was holding his attention were the fins.
He weighed it up, asking himself what the chance was that there were actually sharks in the puddle.
"Pretty damn good," he muttered and decided not to walk through it. Instead, he hopped the chainlink fence, avoiding the puddle and its piscine potential entirely.
[Open junkyard, but there be puddle sharks in the gateway, for which you can blame weetinyreese!]