[Joe the Intern]

Hmmm. The one time I get back to the forums, and I write you guys another chapter! Enjoy...

Chapter 7
Hans and Sven made their way into the Lab. All of the equipment was smashes, beakers and bottles broken in shards on the floor. They had to watch their- “OW! Son of a bitchth!”
“Quiet Sven.” said Hans.
“Odd damnit Hansth! Get this shard of glass out of my foot! I want my mommy!” and with that, Sven started sucking on his thumb, in the fetal position.
“Alright you damn baby. Get up.” Hans pulled the glass out of Sven’s foot and pulled him to his feet.
“It’s still bweeding.” Sven whined, pissed that Hans could be so callous.
“It’ll stop bleeding eventually. Stop being a pansy and let’s keep going.”
The continued through the Lab, with Sven watching out more carefully for shards of glass. Eventually they came upon the old fuzzle cages. The doors were swinging open, some of them on the floor. The little lab animals had apparently gotten out. But where to?
“What the hell is that sound?” asked Hans. “I hear a strange rattling. And some kind of strange form of ‘chirping’”.
“Remindths me of fuzzleths.” replied Sven.
“Oooooooh shit!” Hans exclaimed. A few moments later, what seemed like hundreds of fuzzles jump behind fallen equipment. They had many syringes in them, and resembled the ones Hans used to test.
“Oooooooo! They’re sooo cute!” Sven said as he extended his hand to pet one. The only reaction he got was a vicious bite on the hand. “Why you little! I’ll saw your brainths out!” He raised his hand to hit it, but Hans stopped him, afraid it would cause a reaction amongst the other fuzzles.
“Sven! Don’t be stupid! You could get us killed!”
“But Haaaaaans! He started it!”
“Oh don’t gimme that shit! We have a crisis on our hands!”
“Fine! I never liked you anyway!” Sven stuck his tongue out at Hans. The fuzzles started growling the fuzzle equivalent of “shut the **** up you two”
The two Vykkers started to look around. Then, what appeared to be the leader fuzzle came to the front. It started to squeak. The Vykkers didn’t understand, and stood there, perplexed.
“Hey, guys? Did I ever tell you ‘I love you’?”
“Sven, I don’t think that’s going to help.”