08-15-2010, 06:19 AM
Cowboy turned on a nearby radio, as he sipped his coffee, reading through a newspaper.
"...in other news, the President of The United States of America has issued a declaration of war on the Furran-controlled areas dubbed 'foxtrot zones', citing theft of American land, as well as repeated attempts to form a peace treaty with the Furran people, which has resulted in multiple failures...." the newswoman on the radio stated.
"Hey Duke," Cowboy said as he turned up the radio, "listen"
Duke's large radar-like ears swung forward as the two males listened to the radio.
"...Furran citizens of The United States are hereby ordered to leave their homes and go to specially prepared camps to ensure their safety in the upcoming conflict. Humans are ordered to not come in contact with any Furran, for everyone's safety...."
"Holy shit...." Duke said, his jaw dropped.
"Concentration camps? Really?" Cowboy glared at the radio.
A different voice came on the radio, the unmistakeable voice of the President.
"As of 9 am, this morning, a Declaration of War has been issued against the Furran people populating the Foxtrot Zones, due to blatant disregard for American Law and Order, as well as repeat failed attempts to come to any form of treaty...."
Cowboy snarled as shut off the radio, Duke sat there stunned.
"We're going to war." Duke said simply.
"We can't let them do this." Cowboy retorted darkly.
"Here we come." Duke grinned, "Reach for your gun."
"You better listen well, my friend, you see," Cowboy smirked.
"It's been slow, down below," Duke smiled back,
"Aimed at you, WE'RE THE COWBOYS FROM HELL!!!" they both howled out in unison.
***
Sable was about to say something to the skunk, when her phone went off.
"Hello? Yes Mother....no, I'm down at the Cache, why? What?! What happened?! Negotiation breakdown or did he just say fuck it?! I know...I know...fuck...no, the Cache is safe...yes mom....yes mom, love you too, mom." She sighed and hung up.
[SON OF A MOTHER FUCKING BITCH!!!!] she roared out as she punched a crate, it's wood splintering away.
"...we've just had war declared on us." She said, without looking up from the shattered crate.
"...in other news, the President of The United States of America has issued a declaration of war on the Furran-controlled areas dubbed 'foxtrot zones', citing theft of American land, as well as repeated attempts to form a peace treaty with the Furran people, which has resulted in multiple failures...." the newswoman on the radio stated.
"Hey Duke," Cowboy said as he turned up the radio, "listen"
Duke's large radar-like ears swung forward as the two males listened to the radio.
"...Furran citizens of The United States are hereby ordered to leave their homes and go to specially prepared camps to ensure their safety in the upcoming conflict. Humans are ordered to not come in contact with any Furran, for everyone's safety...."
"Holy shit...." Duke said, his jaw dropped.
"Concentration camps? Really?" Cowboy glared at the radio.
A different voice came on the radio, the unmistakeable voice of the President.
"As of 9 am, this morning, a Declaration of War has been issued against the Furran people populating the Foxtrot Zones, due to blatant disregard for American Law and Order, as well as repeat failed attempts to come to any form of treaty...."
Cowboy snarled as shut off the radio, Duke sat there stunned.
"We're going to war." Duke said simply.
"We can't let them do this." Cowboy retorted darkly.
"Here we come." Duke grinned, "Reach for your gun."
"You better listen well, my friend, you see," Cowboy smirked.
"It's been slow, down below," Duke smiled back,
"Aimed at you, WE'RE THE COWBOYS FROM HELL!!!" they both howled out in unison.
***
Sable was about to say something to the skunk, when her phone went off.
"Hello? Yes Mother....no, I'm down at the Cache, why? What?! What happened?! Negotiation breakdown or did he just say fuck it?! I know...I know...fuck...no, the Cache is safe...yes mom....yes mom, love you too, mom." She sighed and hung up.
[SON OF A MOTHER FUCKING BITCH!!!!] she roared out as she punched a crate, it's wood splintering away.
"...we've just had war declared on us." She said, without looking up from the shattered crate.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
