PLACE HOLDER!!!!
save this spot. I have a good idea, but I need to type it in Word first.
Thanx.
EDIT!
-I whipped this up in 5 minutes. Not much, but it's something.
“FREEZE!”
Alf nearly jumped. It was a Bigbro Slig. Apparently, the Glukkons were going all-out on beefing up their security.
The BB Slig raised his Blitzpacker gun, shifting to the side so his body was aligned with his arm. “Don’t move, or I’ll shoot,” he growled.
“Typical,” Alf muttered. “…Munch?”
“On it!” Munch said, and with two or three forceful grunts, the Gabbit’s head sparked violently, sending a signal to the Bigbro’s fuel tank.
Ka-BOOM! The Bigbro’s pants detonated and killed the over-muscled slug, along with the pants. Heaps of meat splattered to the ground. The mask landed in Alf’s hands.
“Alas, dear Slig,” he recited, holding the mask in his hand. “I knew thee well. Well, actually I just met ya, so you mean nothin’ to me.” He pitched the mask behind him.
With a mutual laugh from the group, the Mudokons and one beaming Gabbit continued.
Munch loved doing that.
-There ya go.