Not - really - [Shawn falls out of his chair, shouting as the bump pops into his chest again. It was like a game of Bop-The-Weasel gone horribly, horribly wrong.] AUGH!
[The bump makes it to his throat and Shawn thrashes, choking as it tries to exit up his esophagus.]
[Gus decides it's probably better out than in, so long as it's not coming through his chest. He gets around behind Shawn and gives him an excellent version of the heimlich maneuver.] Just cough it out, Shawn! Come on, don't die on me, Shawn!
Please tell me I can keep you xD <3psychic_spencerJuly 18 2012, 21:12:02 UTC
[Shawn hacks as hard as he can, a burning sensation working up his throat as the bulge makes it's somewhat-slow journey towards his mouth. He can't breath and he feels like he's going to explode; it's then that Shawn decides this is not nearly as cool as it looks in the movies.
Shawn shakily forces one of his hands to grip Gus' around his middle, a small comfort since he's pretty sure he's about to die and the thing coming out of him is probably going to kill Gus too.]
lol, well gus has a list of demands....er, a contractmy_partner_gusJuly 18 2012, 21:14:22 UTC
[Not if he had anything to say about it. One more heave and Gus gets Shawn to expel the....HIDEOUS THING WITH MORE THAN ONE ARM OR IS IT EYE WHO CARES!
Gus drops Shawn in the chair and runs for the fire extinguisher.]
Does this contract include a zipline to transport snacks from the kitchen to the desk area?psychic_spencerJuly 18 2012, 23:27:51 UTC
[Shawn coughs and splutters, gasping for air as the unholy THING squelches around a bit on the floor. Shawn closes his eyes, focusing on the fact that he's still alive. And he hadn't even gone near any questionable spores lately.]
[Gus feels...pretty good right now. Sure, he's sweaty, covered in foam, and breathing hard. But he just saved his best bud AND he showed an alien who's boss. He gives Shawn the other half of the fist bump and collapses in the other desk chair.]
Oh God, don't remind me. [Shawn groans at the mention of puking, rubbing at his stomach.]
Wait, are you sure you don't have one too? [They did go everywhere together. Shawn comes to the realization with a hint of horror, wide eyes gazing at his best friend.] How do you feel?
[Gus' eyes widen, quickly getting up and pulling up his shirt in a panic] Is there anything?? Can you see anything?? [Turning this way and that. He felt nauseous but that was probably just him panicking.] Don't mess with me, Shawn. I can take it.
No you can't. [Shawn half-argued, eyes roaming over Gus' abdomen for any sign of alien activity.] Looking good buddy. Might want to hit the elliptical we bought for the office though.
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[The bump makes it to his throat and Shawn thrashes, choking as it tries to exit up his esophagus.]
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Shawn shakily forces one of his hands to grip Gus' around his middle, a small comfort since he's pretty sure he's about to die and the thing coming out of him is probably going to kill Gus too.]
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Gus drops Shawn in the chair and runs for the fire extinguisher.]
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Needless to say, it is very dead when he's done. Only then does he quit screaming.]
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...can I ask....what in the world that was???
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....I might throw up later. [Just an FYI]
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Wait, are you sure you don't have one too? [They did go everywhere together. Shawn comes to the realization with a hint of horror, wide eyes gazing at his best friend.] How do you feel?
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....what do we do with it? [He's eyeing the mass of alien] Call Men in Black? Put it under glass?
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