06-20-2009, 02:14 PM
Brandon shook the water from his black trenchcoat, and fished the shotgun shells out of his pocket. He learned real fast to keep them dry in the rain, otherwise they were about as useful as cookie dough.
"Buckshot, birdshot, slug, buckshot, birdshot, slug..." he murmured to himself as he walked up the stairs, loading the shells into his weapon, making what he called "Fruit Salad".
Sable stared at him curiously, wondering why he was loading up to visit the Boss.
As they stepped into her office, a weasel stepped in front of them.
"Please deposit all your weapons onto the table to your right. You may retrieve them when you leave." The underling said.
Sable dropped off her sniper rifle, and Brandon handed over his shotgun.
"Sir." The weasel started, "I KNOW that's not all you're carrying."
Brandon growled, and grabbed the barrel of his shotgun. With extreme precision and accuracy, he brought it up, and whacked the weasel across the neck with the butt of it. He was out cold before he hit the ground. He tossed his shotgun back on the table and stepped in.
"Eat me." He snorted to the unconcious underling.
Diesel stood at Stripes' side, managing a small grin at Brandon's ruthlessness.
Sable just rolled her eyes and kept walking in.
"Buckshot, birdshot, slug, buckshot, birdshot, slug..." he murmured to himself as he walked up the stairs, loading the shells into his weapon, making what he called "Fruit Salad".
Sable stared at him curiously, wondering why he was loading up to visit the Boss.
As they stepped into her office, a weasel stepped in front of them.
"Please deposit all your weapons onto the table to your right. You may retrieve them when you leave." The underling said.
Sable dropped off her sniper rifle, and Brandon handed over his shotgun.
"Sir." The weasel started, "I KNOW that's not all you're carrying."
Brandon growled, and grabbed the barrel of his shotgun. With extreme precision and accuracy, he brought it up, and whacked the weasel across the neck with the butt of it. He was out cold before he hit the ground. He tossed his shotgun back on the table and stepped in.
"Eat me." He snorted to the unconcious underling.
Diesel stood at Stripes' side, managing a small grin at Brandon's ruthlessness.
Sable just rolled her eyes and kept walking in.
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.
