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"I'm just gonna stay in here, if that's fine. I really don't care what's going on." He said, a bit bored, but also a bit sad nobody else listened to him sing.
For those of you who decided to actually stay around, your path was suddenly blocked by some ice cream truck, but a very demented looking one at that. It was playing a slow version of pop goes the weasel, a note coming out every second or two.
The driver's seat was protected by bulletproof glass, so good luck with that one. It took only about a second or so before the giant clown headband on top of the ice cream truck Propelled forward towards those that were in front of it.
As the rocket flies past me, I shoot a bullet into the driver's seat and **** back the hammer. Instead of taking a few more shots though, I retreat a few steps, then run near the back of the truck.
The bullet could penetrate the windshield but it didn't stop the car from lurching forward shortly after the missile fired and exploded. As the car drifted back around to face the two, it would transform surprisingly quickly into a giant mech.
"You're gonna bleed for that, punks!" Shouted a rough voice from inside the mech-turned car.
Figuring a straight up fight wouldn't cut it, I holster my gun and run straight towards the Mech's legs, then try to ram it hard enough to destabilize it.
The mech lurched backwards as the driver inside, Sweet Tooth, would glare at the person in the car with him. He was quick to point a gun. "Get the hell outta my ride!"
Meanwhile, near the train, those inside could hear a loud crash, followed shortly after by a knock outside of the train.
The leg would crumple just a little, bit I wouldn't last long as the mech practically made itself fall by trying to kick Gurmen, being fairly overpowering considering...giant mech.
When Boris poked out the train he'd see a...fairly normal dude with a weird helmet standing behind the door. "Hello? We didn't authorize any-...say, who are you?"
"I'm Captain Falcon, but...who are you, and why have you taken one of our trains?" The officer didn't look happy as he crossed his arms and glared at Boris.
"Yes, these are our trains. We own them, they're a part of our army's transportation." Falcon leaned against the Doorway to the train. "Come to think of it, wasn't this the train that was heading out due to...who exactly are you people."
Falcon frowned as he stared at the man running off. Right... "Look even if I believed you, which I don't, I'm still going to have to call you into the station, because we haven't authorized a train visit yet. It could have been dangerous. Now, how many of you are there?"
"....Was that too much?" He asked someone. A hand puppet. His hand nodded as he then wandered back. "Sorry about that. You just look like that guy who'd....um...beat me up for lunch money."