Prototype: Equestrian Menace

by Blitz Habanera Tuscania

Black Box 8

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"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD DRIVE FASTER!!!" *Massive roar, followed shortly by the sound of wheels screeching*

"Hey ho, let's go! Hey ho, let's go! Hey ho, let's go!" *Chorus of gunshots*

"Shut up damn it! It's already hard enough driving without you screaming and HIM singing, I mean how the fuck are we getting a radio signal!" *Sounds of magazines being slammed into guns, followed shortly by more gunshots*

"They're forming in a stra--" *Smack* "What the fuck is wrong with you! I love this song!" *More screeching wheels*

"SHOOT THE DAMN DRAGON THING BEHIND US!"

"I am, just while singing!"

"Don't one of you idiots have the sword artifact? Cut the damn thing in half!" *Sound of metal being unsheathed*

"Err that's a no-go, it's outta juice I think. No idea how the fuck this thing works."

"Who's got the fucking rocke- gimme that you idiot." *Grunt, followed shortly by explosion*

*Long roar, echoing back and forth as if in a canyon* "You just pissed it off ya dumbass."

"Shut up you Texan."

"Can we all just agree that we need to kill the damn giant demon thing chasing us throughout the city? And agree that nobody like Brett's singing?"

"Heyyyyy. D'OH SHIT!" *Massive smash*

"Drive faster man I don't wanna dieeee."

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