!!GKvElBvNwF/ 09/18/10(Sat)08:28 No.12134826|
Yeah that too. She's a ranch girl after all, not a stereotypical "-4 Str musclegirl" steroid and weights junkie.
>>Good roll, jeez.
Hoping to win them over is just too risky, you decide. It's a decent enough cover story--the payoff is enough to maybe make up for the lack of believability--but these might be the "steal, rape, kill first, then maybe listen" sort of folks. And as you tear your eyes of Lacille, you decide you won't take that risk. You pop the caps off several cheap lighters, and pour the fluid onto the newspaper, wrapping it around a hunk of drywall that broke loose during the looting. Then you give it a light.
"You hear somethin', Jeremy?"
"Naw, I--SHEEET!" you hear as the tiny fireball goes flying past the guy's head.
A sound you've heard only in movies is suddenly present--the sound of flammable material, and plenty of it, turning into a raging mess of fire in seconds. Several screams of pain come from outside.
"Aw, SHEEEEEEET!" you hear again.
"Neal, the the gas tank goes under the whole station! We've got to get out of here before it explodes!" Lacille tells you urgently.