Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20151221073000/@comment-26826553-20151221131059

(Back in Suburbia, the Terminator, having sensed something was wrong, was taking a walk in the midnight streets. He ends up encountering three undead punks in a gas station, sitting on a car & damaging it. The punks notice him, & laugh, thinking about robbing him off his wallet, so they approach him)

Punk#1: Merry Christmas, old man. Nice night for a walk, huh?

Terminator: Nice night for a walk...

Punk#2: Tomorrow's hangover day, where you get your mind cleaned, right? (barely contains laughter)

Terminator: Nothing clean tonight, right, like that car?

Punk#3: *snickers* This guy must be short of a six-pack!

Terminator: Your clothes, give them to me.

Punk#1: (pulls out a switchblade) Hey, f*** you a**hole! You got your own jacket, now you give us your wallet!

Terminator: I guess you prefer to do s*** the hard way...

(the three punks stab at the Terminator to no effect)

Terminator: Good. My turn...(hand turns to chainsaw & slices their heads off) You guys ain't even offering my a** a challenge!

(meanwhile, back at the park)

Violet: C'mon Stina, let's go carolling in Suburbia!

Vincent: It will be fun!

MB3: (continues rocking out)

Vincent: And noisy...