Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160116121533/@comment-26826553-20160117064824

(one half-hour later)

(Knock-knock, knock-knockknock! (to the tune of the theme of Terminator 2))

Frozone: This is it...

(An old Beet opens door)

Dredd: Yes?

CitroCop: Good afternoon, old man.

Terminator: We have a friend name John Balboa Ross, we've heard that he's here, may we see him please?

Dredd: Ross...Hmmm...Haven't heard that name in a long time...or rather, I never heard of him...

CitroCop: Mind if we investigate your house please. His DNA leads to here

Dredd: *pales* NO! HE WAS NEVER HERE! YOU MUST BE MISTAKEN! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE, I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP! *slams door*

CitroCop: Er...

(metal plates slam shut in front of all doors, windows, & even the chimney)

Terminator: (looks at the house, calculating the fortifications) I'll be back...

(30 silent seconds full of tension)

(A FIERY SUV DRIVEA DOWN, THROUGH THE PLATES, MELTING DOWN THE FRONT OF THE ENTIRE HOUSE)

Terminator: (pops out of SUV, shades gone, yellow eyes blazing, fiery hair 3 feet high) WE KNOW IT'S YOU, ROSS! We just want to talk...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">//That was fast...