**** it. ****ing **** it.
Still facing the refrigerator, Rodimus Prime reached into his pocket and felt the precious Ecstasy pills.
**** it all.
"Everyone, I'm giving you all a ****ing pill. We're gonna ****ING SPEED UP --"
A blow suddenly hit his head, blurring his vision.
"Scream one more time, and that will be a dynamite down your goddamned pants," growled a voice behind him.
Rodimus Prime spun around to face the bombs expert.
"DAM -- dammit! I'm gonna help you guys out! Sound ain't gonna matter no more."
Rodimus Prime drew his hand out of his pocket. In his hand is six pills.
"This will make time go slow. I mean ****ing slow, like things are going slow-motion and ****. Those ****ing goons are gonna look like sloths trying to crawl up some tree or some ****. Fish in a barrel, man!"
"I recognize those pills. If the mixture is not contaminated, it will do as he, ahem, eloquently described," the doctor said.
"I didn't sell impure ****, and I definitely don't ****ing keep that **** for myself!"
Rodimus Prime suddenly grabbed a pill with his left hand and popped it in his mouth.
"See? I wouldn't ****ing eat it if it's ****ed up. Listen to the doctor, fellas. Fish in a barrel!"
The hot chick in black leather suddenly reached in and popped one into her mouth. Then the CIA chick. As the doctor reached for the pills, then hesitated, Rodimus Prime beckoned to the hitmen. "The chicks sure are tougher than you mother****ers. Maybe we'll just go and shoot the fishes and leave you suckers here."
With a grunt, the bombs guy reached in and grabbed one. Then the doctor. And finally the silent gunslinger.
And it hit him. Gunslinger. Tommy Gun. On Speed. He actually felt a little bit ****ing sorry for the proprietor of this little house.
***
Rodimus Prime has given everyone (including himself) Ecstasy pills, doubling the amount of turns to 4 for an unknown length.
Still facing the refrigerator, Rodimus Prime reached into his pocket and felt the precious Ecstasy pills.
**** it all.
"Everyone, I'm giving you all a ****ing pill. We're gonna ****ING SPEED UP --"
A blow suddenly hit his head, blurring his vision.
"Scream one more time, and that will be a dynamite down your goddamned pants," growled a voice behind him.
Rodimus Prime spun around to face the bombs expert.
"DAM -- dammit! I'm gonna help you guys out! Sound ain't gonna matter no more."
Rodimus Prime drew his hand out of his pocket. In his hand is six pills.
"This will make time go slow. I mean ****ing slow, like things are going slow-motion and ****. Those ****ing goons are gonna look like sloths trying to crawl up some tree or some ****. Fish in a barrel, man!"
"I recognize those pills. If the mixture is not contaminated, it will do as he, ahem, eloquently described," the doctor said.
"I didn't sell impure ****, and I definitely don't ****ing keep that **** for myself!"
Rodimus Prime suddenly grabbed a pill with his left hand and popped it in his mouth.
"See? I wouldn't ****ing eat it if it's ****ed up. Listen to the doctor, fellas. Fish in a barrel!"
The hot chick in black leather suddenly reached in and popped one into her mouth. Then the CIA chick. As the doctor reached for the pills, then hesitated, Rodimus Prime beckoned to the hitmen. "The chicks sure are tougher than you mother****ers. Maybe we'll just go and shoot the fishes and leave you suckers here."
With a grunt, the bombs guy reached in and grabbed one. Then the doctor. And finally the silent gunslinger.
And it hit him. Gunslinger. Tommy Gun. On Speed. He actually felt a little bit ****ing sorry for the proprietor of this little house.
***
Rodimus Prime has given everyone (including himself) Ecstasy pills, doubling the amount of turns to 4 for an unknown length.
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