Originally posted 11-17 December, 1998 on alt.devilbunnies. This is mostly Bill Wade's story, with my characters playing cameo roles. Special thanks to "Fuzzy" for his willingness to make a cameo role. And despite Wade's modesty, this one is mostly his work and idea.
© 1998 by Bill Wade, MJ "Fuzzy" Howard, and Scott Bernier.
First HTML-ized by Scott Bernier on 27 December, 1998
The warren was in an uproar. The buns had come under increasing attack since the earlier episodes. Four more buns had been found tacked to trees. The bodies had been skinned A symbol of an eye with a flame in it was usually carved in the tree and a sign was usually hung around the neck. It said, "He is Watching". This had prompted the warrens to increase patrols, but still nothing was found. Whoever was committing these crimes was extremely professional and wouldn't be easy to catch. The meeting was being held to find a solution to the problem. The room was noisy as each bun tried to get a word in.
The buns stared to the podium. A brown bunny had moved to the stand. "Calm down please. As you all know the reason we are all here I'll skip right to the point. Whoever or whatever is committing these crimes is a clear danger to our existence. They show no mercy, we have found does, kits, and even the crippled dead from these attacks. And from looking at the scene of all the attacks it seems that the attackers are motivated by some type of religious or political agenda. All I can say is that we need to search harder and not allow anybun to go outside alone. From now on all buns will have a buddy. That buddy doesn't leave them at anytime. I also warn you to take this threat seriously, whatever is stalking the warrens; it is evil and cunning. Tonight's patrols are listed up in the warren. Remember to stay alert! Your fellow buns' lives depend on you. That is all."
The buns bombarded the brown bun with questions, but the speaker just left the room. Then little by little the buns started to go back to business.
The buns had been in the rain for an hour. It was a cold night and this did little to help the already poor morale of the buns. They were conscripts. The militabuns were up North looking for the attackers and now the burden of the local guard duties fell on their shoulders.
The bun looked at his companion. Robin agreed with the other bun. She had been a techbun and didn't have the faintest clue about military things. She missed her warm room in the warren. *Where are those other idiots, they should be here to replace us. They were ten minutes late. I bet they are taking their time to get out here. Darn I wish I was somewhere else.*
While Robin was daydreaming of a warm room, she failed to see the figures moving up to their post.
"What are you doing? You scared me half to death!!!!"
"Come on Robin we were only kidding. Well we're here to replace you."
"Well you took your time, lets go Patches!"
[Bloomp.......]
"What was that?" Robin looked around. The sound came from nearby. Seconds later there was a huge crash in the trees above. Then there was a large pop and the sound of heavy rain. Nearby Patches started to scream. Confusion broke out.
[Bloomp........Bloomp......Bloomp]
The buns had started to try to find cover. Three large crashes followed by three large pops. One of the replacement buns started to scream. Robin took cover in her fighting hole. The two other buns were still screaming. A small breeze started to blow her way. The smell of rain and Moxie™ was on the wind. "What could do this. Are they using artillery?" Robin decided to try to find a safer place to hide. Robin started to dart from her hole to a nearby tree. Then she paused to see if she had been spotted.
The two other buns continue to scream. The other unhurt bun ran past Robin. Suddenly the screams of the other buns stopped. The forest seemed to go really silent except for the raindrops. Robin decided to try to stay still and hope what ever was out there would pass her.
"What are you!!!!" The other remaining bun screamed out. Then there was a heavy thud and then silence again. Robin was scared to death. The attackers were here.
[The sound of something being skinned]
The sickening sound of the other buns being skinned reached Robin. She started to feel sick. Then there was a nailing sound. This followed the way the attackers had worked so far. She hoped that it meant they hadn't found her. Finally silence again. Robin waited for what felt like forever. *Had they left?* She decided to wait awhile longer. They may still be able to hear her moving around. The rain continued. As the fear started to wear off Robin started to cry. Suddenly a hand grabbed her. It picked her up and brought her muzzle to face with something that was human, but not really. The human had the most evil eyes she had ever seen. Flames seemed to burn in them. Also four marks crossed the humans face. This only added to fear Robin felt. The grip around her neck started to get tighter. Blackness started to creep into her vision. The human started to talk.
"Well vermin, I bet you thought you were getting away. Well I like an audience. Your friends were lucky, you'll be facing a death far worse than they will. They got off easy." The human then started to grin. Finally the darkness engulfed her.
She was in a smallish wire cage on a table. Her sixth sense kicked in and she froze as she sensed someone watching her. Slowly turning around she saw the awful Fudd monkey who had nearly choked her. Her eyes widened at the sight of the bedraggled-looking bunny on the table eyeing her. Streaks of chrome shined in this bun's pelt as she turned to the 'Fudd'.
"Phaw she is useless!" The silver bun had a look of disgust and turned its back on the cage.
"As you wish, Cassandra, I shall choose another."
The bun nodded her approval and leapt off the table. The human lifted the cage off the table and carried Robin out of the room.
The human stopped for a moment, lifted the cage to eye level. "The High Priest Cassandra has rejected you. I'm taking you to where all such rabbit vermin go. You will be reunited with your kind very shortly." He lowered the cage again and proceeded through a maze of corridors.
Robin couldn't believe her ears. Was the human really going to let her go? Her fears dropped a bit as she looked about her at the boring corridors. It looked somewhat like the manufacturing wing of her warren but on a much grander scale. The noise of machinery was growing louder. Almost uncomfortably so. Robin tucked her ears protectively against her head. Soon she was covering them with her paws to try and block-out the noise.
The human nonchalantly reached for a pair of earmuffs on a rack on the wall and slipped them over his ears with his free hand. He turned a corner and they were out on a catwalk overlooking a large, cavernous room. On the floor below many humans were overseeing the operation of the Number Two paper machine as long off-white sheets of paper rolled between heavy steel rollers. He crossed the catwalk into another short corridor which led to another catwalk over another huge room. Below them in this room, humans were packing toilet paper into boxes. The noise receded behind them.
After crossing the second catwalk, the man turned to the right and continued walking.
"It won't be long now, fluffer. I figured you'd like a quick tour of our paper mill here. We make all natural and completely recycled Fluff ™ Toiletpaper here."
"Would you like to learn the secret to that cuddly softness?"
Robin relaxed completely. Maybe this human wasn't so bad. "Really? You'd tell me the
secret? Everybun at the warren will be so jealous. I can't wait to rub their noses in it."
The man stopped in front of a door at mid-waist level that wasn't much larger then the cage. There was a large grin on his face. "You really want to know our secret, fluffer?"
"Robin. Yes!" "This." He opened the door as Robin gazed in. He rapidly whipped the cage open and
tossed Robin through the small door and slammed it behind her. She slid down a chute and
landed in a pile of fluff among a few of her warren mates. She dusted her self off and hugged the others in excitement. They returned the
bunnyhugs, but not with the same enthusiasm as she had. She started to look around her and saw
they were in some sort of plexiglassed walled box with a metal plate floor. The man came back
into view through the plexiglass. Looking more carefully now, Robin could see there were many
tiny holes throughout the plexiglass. "So, you want to know what the secret to Fluff™ paper is, Robin?" He grinned
wickedly and reached for a lever just outside the plexiglass. "YOU are the secret." He threw the lever up, dropping-out the metal plate floor
beneath the buns who fell screaming into the raw material hopper for the Number Two paper
machine below. They didn't scream for long. The man laughed as he listened to their bones
grind. Wade watching from his balcony seat laughs as he listens to their bones grind. *Maybe I
should sell tickets to this next time?* Wade gets up and contently walks back to his room. *A
couple down and a race still to go* A man looked down from the computer. *So, an old friend had returned. I think I'll need
to visit him.* The man then looked back at the screen and started to post a message to the
alt.devilbunnies. Then after completing that he got up and left the room. *Yes, an old friend has returned, but I wonder if it will remain that way?!?!* The Point Afta is a small sports bar on the edge of Winslow, Maine. It had changed since
the China Battle, but business was still good. The new owner had changed very little, so when
Eugene walked in he remembers a lot of the place. He chose a table where he could see
everyone who came in. A waitress came over to get his order. "I'll have a Moxie™." The waitress looked at him weird, but went and got him one
from the tap. He had asked his Wade to meet him here at 7:00 p.m. He looked at his watch and
it was 6:59. *Where is he?* Just as his watch turned to 7:00 he saw two men enter the bar.
They seemed to be searching, looking, for what, Eugene wanted to know. Then behind the men
came a man. He was wearing a black trench coat and black clothes. He also wore a black scarf.
He was about 5'9" and had an athletic build. He walked in as if he was a lord. His steps were
well measured and direct. He stopped in front of Eugene. "Eugene, I presume?" Eugene looked up. *Who is this? Was this Wade? He was a lot different than he had
remembered. Man, the Marines must have really [pig13] him up!* The man sat down and
removed his coat and scarf. Eugene was surprised. There were three scares crossing his face.
Also he was drawn to his eyes. They weren't normal, but cruel looking. Something really bad
had happened to Wade. He definitely was a little 'off his rocker'. "So, Eugene, how are you doing?" Wade's voice was icy and removed. "Well I see you have changed 'a little'!" "Well as I told you things have changed in my life, How about you? I seem to have heard
a lot about you around the time of that Stephen King movie was being made in Portland.
Though I don't think they ever released it. I, unlike all the others, know a little bit about what
'really' happened there. So, did they ever repay you for your minute in the
spotlight?" "The royalties from that film has covered half our expenses for the past three years."
Eugene stared into Wade's eyes for a moment, but couldn't stand the glare. "So, you really do
know about the war? If so, then you know why we did the film. We needed the cover-up to
keep the war secret from the general public." "Well let's just say I have a huge interest in how it comes out. Though I disagree with
your secrecy, since it's time to let everyone know what the enemy is. Let's just say I follow a
different party line than you do." "That's too bad. I'm against revealing them for I know some of their arsenal. If
it went out in the open, no one would win. We'd all die. Maybe sometime down the road when
we have a full day to kill, I'll tell you about one incident back in '95 that almost resulted in the
destruction of all life on Earth." "Well I do believe in waiting until the time is right to strike, so you and your
friends have nothing to fear from me, but I will tell you this, I fear no bun! And I plan to
hurry their way into history. I have decided to set up some of my operations near here. There is
a huge need in this area. I noticed a lot of signs and omens that all is not well in this
area. My question is what do you plan to do about it?" Eugene looks down for a moment and sighs before looking up again. "There is very little
I can do. I'll confess to you that we are a bit stretched for resources up here. Maine isn't exactly
prime real estate for either side. The war effort has been easier since the Portland battle where
all civilian buns had to clear-out of the state south and west of Bangor as terms of the cease-fire.
Any bun found within this area is considered military and to be killed on sight. Furthermore, we
have a friend in the Blaine House1, as you've probably noticed if you
got a hunting permit, buns are now in season all the time." (chuckle) "The Army of Fudd tries to
keep things legal. It keeps the police and FBI/ATF off our backs." Wade didn't laugh, but smiled a very evil grin. "Well more the reason to relocate here. I
plan to bring some business here as well. A good economy will help us in the fight. As for the
hunting season, if you have been in the upper part of the state you might have seen some of my
work. I don't mess around things as serious as this mission. I don't worry about the FBI or ATF.
I have a few friends that keep tabs and let me know when the heat is too hot. I also think you
made a bad decision in allowing any bun to remain in the state at all, but don't worry I will
correct the error." Just as Eugene went to reply the waitress returned with his Moxie™. "That'll be
$2.00. And does your friend want anything?" The waitress stepped back when Wade looked at
her. "No thank you ma'am, but thank you anyway," Wade replied. The waitress happily left as
soon as Eugene paid his bill. Eugene then returns to replying to Wade. "As I said earlier, we're stretched-out as it is. Bangor is beyond what our resources can
handle. The Fluffahs are too well entrenched. Our horror writing friend can't even go to his
home in Bangor anymore thanks to them for we can't give him enough guards to protect him.
The buns have a vendetta against him all because he was kind enough to provide his name to our
cover-up movie for the Portland Battle." "Well, I see a challenge. Well let it be known I never let a challenge pass me by. I see
this as an opportunity to introduce myself to my new neighbors. I would ask that you
help, but then again I wouldn't want to inconvenience you." Wade motioned to his guards, who
had been watching the exchange from a nearby table. "Well I must be off, so little time and so
much to do." As Wade started to get up Eugene replied, "Wade, DON'T do this. I'm serious.
Even if you could get all your Marine buddies together, you wouldn't be able to take on the
Fluffy menace in Bangor. Your folks still live over on Bolduc Street?" Eugene asked trying to
change tactics. "I told you I don't fear any bun, they have killed me once and I returned, and now I go
willing to battle. If I die, it is his will. As for my parents, I let him watch over them when I
defend his faithful. As I said earlier I never pass a challenge. Good night Eugene and May the
Sibyl's light guide you always." With that Wade and his guards got dressed and left the bar. Eugene had been sipping his Moxie™ as Wade made his final statement. He nearly
choked upon the mention of Sibyl's name. Eugene simply wanted to know where Wade's folks
were so he'd be able to give them bad news when Wade failed to return. But that was before
Wade gave his Fourier blessing. *Great El'mah, he IS a friggin' Fourier.* (pause) *That helps explain the insanity. Blake
isn't going to like my report.* Eugene quickly finished his drink and headed back to base. (scratch, scratch, scratch) "Enter!" A peppery-grey buck hobble-hopped into the office on three paws and saluted with his
remaining forepaw. A streak of crimson shown through the fur of the forepaw. "Ah, Jerry, glad you could come. Have a seat." Jerry sat down as he was told. The other bun, a brown buck with one brown and one pepper grey forepaw with similar
crimson streaks pawed through a folder. "You've been one busy bunny, Jerry, care to explain?"
(glare) [two hours later...]
Browny was furious at what Jerry told him. He threw the bun out of his office and turned
to his terminal. *****BUNIX™ TIGHTBEAM TO FUZZY BUNNY***** (STOMP!) HOW DARE YOU! (STOMP!STOMP!STOMP!) (takes deep breath) How dare you interfere with my experiment! (STOMP!) Do you have
any clue how hard I worked to get Jerry Bunny where he was. You took my right of vengeance
away from me! Now he's too loyal to The Cause™ for me to bring the Fudd persona back to
the surface and kill him. How dare you (FLUFF) with my experiments! I expect immediate
retribution!!!! Cmdr Browny CrimsonPaw, Down East Warren Command Fuzzy viewed the message and a smirk spread across his muzzle. "You want retribution,
huh?" (gigglefluff) "Better give the pellet-chewer what he wants." *****RETURN BUNIX™ TIGHTBEAM TO BROWNY CRIMSONPAW***** Lt Fuzzy Bunny --Information Retreival/Public Relations Liason *****END TIGHTBEAM AND ENCRYPTION***** "He wants retribution, he gets it. Of course, this week only you get a complementary
monkey's paw." Fuzzy hit the intercomm. "Oleander, Get me Publicity, Northeastt/Maritime. I
have a rush job for them." [Two hours later across every television station in the state of Maine, including the cable
networks] Come one, come all to the grand opening of the newest Disney Store, tomorrow at Airport
Mall in Bangor. Come meet live in person, Fuzzy Bunny [quick still shot of Fuzzy from the
movie], star of the new hit film, A Bun's Life who will be available for photos and
autographs from 3-5pm at the new Disney Store. Come pet other fluffy bunnies all day and enter
the drawing to take your own Fuzzy look-a-like home... Wade stared at the monitor. A feeling of rage and hatred swept over him. Coming here
to Maine!! I will kill all those vermin. This is my state. It looks like they were trying to get
Moxie's attention, well no need for him to get involved. I'll be there half an hour before the
challenge. Wade looks over at Cassandra who is quietly eating dinner in the corner [well there
was a little noise, but the bun didn't scream for too long]. "I just saw a commercial featuring one
of those evil fluffers called Fuzzy. I intend to go and kill two buns with one can of
Moxie™. I want you to call on the Great Lord and see what the omens are. Next call all the
officers together, we must get ready to leave tonight." Cassandra dropped the bunny drumstick down on her plate and wiped the blood off her
muzzle. "I can already tell you what the omens are. It's obviously a trap. I suggest you either
forget the challenge and fight him where you choose or go and maybe lose My Lord." "I never turn down a challenge. I know it's a trap and I don't intend for it to go the way
the buns plan. Death holds no fear for me Cassandra. I have already been at the gates of hell
once and it no longer frightens me. We must always fight regardless of risk, because the Great
Lord of the Shadows commands to kill buns when and where ever they are." "Yes, my Lord you will is mine. I will assembly the men in the planning room."
Cassandra bowed and left the room. Eugene just arrived back at base when the tv ad aired on EVERY station in the state at
the same time. He stared in disbelief. *How stupid do the fluffahs think we are....wait* (pause) *Frig...* "MAJOR!!!!" An hour later, Eugene finished briefing Major Blake on the situation. "You really think this Wade would be stupid enough to fall for this?" "He's insane, he doesn't need to be stupid." "Put the base on stand-by alert until further notice. And alert our outposts from here to
Bangor to get ready for a storm. That is all." "That's all, sir?" (STOMP!) "You heard me. We can't afford a direct confrontation with the Lumberjacks
out on game warden duty. Why couldn't your friend choose some other time then hunting season
to try and take on Bangor by himself!? If he had waited one more month, we could have united
and finished off that coward Razorclaw and his buns once and for all! So all we can do is brace
for the worst and hope for the best with our resources scattered as they are." "Yes, sir." Sgt Pomerleau did as he was ordered as Fudds from China up through
Hampden (just west of Bangor) got ready for the worse. Gene didn't bother to mention that
Wade was a Fourier. There was no need to upset the Major even worse...yet. [A stone's throw from New Hampshire in far northwestern Maine] (salutefluff) "Sir, your brother wishes to communicate with you." LT Gus CrimsonPaw, head of Bowsbuck Warren's militia, gestures to the soldierbun and
turns to his monitor. A picture of his younger brother (by a whole six minutes) appears on the
screen. Browny could see Gus the same way thanks to their bunnycam system. "So good to see you, Gus." (brotherlyfluff) "Quit the sweat talk, brother." (STOMP!) "You never call me and I don't call you. What
do you want?!" the elder CrimsonPaw snapped. "Tsk, tsk, we're brothers, Gus, how would Mom react to us fighting right now?" "She'd toss us in a room and let us duke it out of course," Gus replied whole heartedly.
"As I said, BROTHER, what do you want?" (impatientfluff) "As you know, I was reinstated as commander..." (gettothepointSTOMP!) "So? Why are you calling me?" (patiencefluff) "I had a talk to Jerry Bunny. It seems my pet has been giving away Fudd
secrets to Kingdomwarren but not me. I had a short conversation with Fuzzy Bunny down there
and as an apology for this oversight, a certain Fudd we both want to get our paws on is going to
be delivered into my lap tomorrow afternoon." (SNICK!) "Pomerleau..." (fangygrin) Gus leaned closer to the screen. (noddle) "And I don't completely trust those Disney types. I very much doubt the Fudd
monkey will be coming alone..." "You name the place and I'll have my troops there along side yours by noon
tomorrow." "Excellent" Browny terminated the link and started calling together his own fluffy
reserves from all over Eastern Maine. This time they would snuff-out the Fudd monkeys once
and for all. The Airport Mall in Bangor happens to be the oldest enclosed mall in the state of Maine.
Not a very large mall as the larger Bangor Mall four miles away has all but shut-down its older
and smaller neighbor. Anchored at one end by a supermarket and an office supply store, the
other end is an empty department store. From the air the mall looks like a an L on it's side with
the supermarket at the bottom tip of the L and the empty dept store at the top. The corridors
within look like an H on it's side with one leg acting as a buffer between the supermarket/office
supply stores and the mall, the middle of the H running down the center of the mall and the other
leg running along the bottom of the L. Store fronts run along both sides of the corridors. Neither
the supermarket nor the office supplies store have entrances within the mall. Poor ASCII
rendition: North is towards Hoppie's Pizza. This also happens to be where Wade's forces had decided
to assemble at 1430hrs the day after the commercial on television. "My Lord, the scouts have returned." Two of Wade's men bow before him. "It could be a trap, my Lord. There's no sign of a
Disney store, but there is definitly the scent of the vermin influence..." The men then describe
the unholy shrine of the buns called Hoppie's Pizza and the various cutesy-artsy homemade craft
consignment stores. All the while Wade's face turned twisted and contorted with rage. "I will raze this evil shrine and all its artifacts! We will burn the entire forsaken mall and
all its contents to the ground!" The assault on Hoppie's Pizza is a quick affair. Wade's men surprise the few buns
guarding Hoppie's and quickly overwhelm them. One bun that had tried to hide was grabbed by
Cassandra. She hauled the helpless bun over to the deep-fat fryer and with a manical laugh and
madness in her eyes she dunked the bun and held him under with tongs (buffalo bunnywings
anyone?). While some men watched the cooking lesson by Cassandra, the others took delight in
smashing the false god image of the 3' Energizer Bunny on top of the soda cooler. *There is nothing better than a born again wyrmbunny to brighten up the day.* Wade
thought with delight. The raid had good ok so far, but in the back of his mind he could feel
something was not right. *I know this is a trap but where are the other buns? I must find them
before they find me.* The thought continued to trouble him until Cassandra broke him out of
his trance. "My Lord, would you like a piece? Wade looked down at the wyrmdoe and saw she had finished making her snack. A
horrible and groutesquly twisted bun was beside her. He also couldn't help the sound of
Cassandra muttering to herself and laughing. "No thank you, I don't eat during battle." Cassandra didn't mind and started to devour the
crispy treat immediately. Wade decided they had done enough damage to the restaurant and had
better move on before they got caught in there without an escape route. "Make sure there aren't
any bunnies in the backroom and then torch the place. The rest of you, spread-out down the mall
and destroy anything that's cute!" "Yes, my Lord! Death to the devilbunnies!" Wade's forces did as they were ordered and
started spreading out down the corridor and then turning towards the supermarket end of the
mall where the craft shops happened to be. They proceeded part way down the corridor when
the rear guard yelled a warning as they engaged a group of rabbits. The buns had come-up from
one of the empty store fronts towards the department store. The call of the rear guard attracted
the rest of Wade's men and then the battle was truly started. *Now is our time, we will be victorious or die. Great Lord of the Shadows give me the
strength and power to crush these buns. am your right hand on Earth. I will bring your rightous
vengence to this vermin and bring only glory to you.* Wade then turned his attention to the
battle. He saw his men in good order attacking the buns. Their blood stained maces crushing
the skulls of the vermin and the screams of the dying buns were music to his ears. Cassandra
was also carving huge holes in the buns lines as her maniacal laughter and obscure quotes of
doom echoed over the din of battle. "Company Clawtip, I want you to be ready to..." (THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!) "We're under attack!" Browny glared murderously at the monitors showing Wade's forces trashing Hoppie's
Pizza. "Why can't Fudd Monkeys tell time properly?" (STOMP!) "We're not done final
planning! Clawtip, get out there now and show those monkeys the error in their ways." The buns ordered into battle swiftly hopped out of the former Rich's Department store
and engaged the 'Fudds'. "Crimson Battalion, you're with me. Gus, I want your forces to circle round and catch the
Fudds in the cross corridor. Go!" "Wait!" But Browny didn't hear his brother's warning. Gus had seen the strange bun on
the monitor in Hoppies just before these 'Fudds' took-out the survalance camera in the corner.
(shudderfluff) *Could it be?* "Everybun not in Crimson Battalion follow me and do so on the
double!" (STOMP!) The battle with the buns didn't last long though and Wade's men quickly dispatched any
survivors. Unfortunately there was a lot more buns coming and a fluffy wall of buns came
charging down the hall. The sight of this would had unnerved any Fudd force, but not these
men. They already considered themselves dead and fought with a savage ferocity. The battle waned back and forth with no side gaining any real advantage. Wade moved
all along the line encouraging his men to crush their enemies in the name of the Great Lord of
the Shadows. The battle started to turn against Wade's men though as the numbers of buns
started to overwhelm them. Even iron courage couldn't stop the fluffy wall forever. Suddenly,
the buns paused and parted. Browny leaps through the opening and rips-out the throat of the nearest human with ease.
As his forces did battle with Wade's men, Browny took his time and ripped-off the boot of his
dead victim and bit-off the largest toe, crunching it loud enough to be heard over the noise of
battle. He looked in Wade's direction, grinning with a little bit of toe flesh dangling from his
fangs. A single drop of blood splattered the floor in front of him. *That vermin, how dare he! I will kill that fluffer with my bare hands!!!* The sight of this insult so enraged Wade it finally pushed him over the edge. (What?
You thought he was over the edge before?) With the battle rage in full control he tore through
the bun ranks to get to Browny. With his bare hands he snatched some of the buns and *POPed*
them along the way. Browny (fangygrinned) as Wade approached and leapt at him and slashed
him across the arm. Wade fell back a few steps but regained his balance in time to snatch
Browny out of the air on his next leap. "I will smash your skull and use your bones for a chewtoy for Cassandra. You will die
for this insult!!!" Wade then slammed Browny hard into the wall. Browny shook his head a moment and glared at Wade. (STOMP!) "Give me space, my
buns! I need to teach this monkey a lesson! You, Fudd Ape, are fortunate. You won't live long
enough to get Spammed!" Browny sprung for Wade's throat. Browny's leap slammed the two of them into (not through) a plate glass window. The
force of impact separated the two of them momentarily. They circled each other as others gave
the two leaders space. Browny faked left and leapt right, nicking Wade's left boot nearly to the
toe. Wade kicked reflexively and knocking Browny into the air allowing Wade to snatch him
out of the air. "Now you die and I want to watch the look in your eyes as I kill you!" Wade squeezed
him slowly, shaking him about and watching into his eyes. Browny tried to claw his way out and
little by little his struggles got weaker. Finally a loud *POP* and the struggle ended. Browny's
head flew into the rest of the fluffy hoard and they backed off momentarily. Cassandra seeing that their welcome had come to end ran up to Wade's side. "My Lord,
we must leave!" She pointed down both corridors which were filled with rabbits from floor to
ceiling. "NEVER!" "If we do not flee, there will not be a tomorrow." Wade didn't have time to say anything back when a wave of fluff and claws pushed his
men back. The only corridor free of buns was the one filled with flames from Hoppie's
Pizza. From somewhere in the Fluffy Wall of Death™ a single voice cried-out. "Push the
apes into the flames. Burn them all!" Wade and his men were pushed back towards the flaming corridor. The heat from the
flames was more than some of the men could take and a few fell from smoke inhalation. Wade's
men didn't have time to grab the men and they were soon overwhelmed by the buns. Wade had
to make the hardest decision in his life. He could either save some of him men or lose them
all. "My Lord now is not the time, we both know this. Their time will come and we must be
ready. The Great Lord has not chosen this place as our resting place. He has spoken!"
Cassandra's voice sounded distant and her eyes seemed glazed over. "Yes, he has spoken. Retreat back through the fire and gather on the other side. Today is
not a good day to die!" Wade gathered all of the men he could and rushed out of the corridor.
Everyone suffered some burns and smoke inhalation on the way out. The buns didn't follow and
Wade took advantage of this to board his vehicles and retreat towards Winslow. To Be Continued in The Aftermath
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1-- Blaine House--State of Maine Governor's mansion in Augusta
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*****END TIGHTBEAM AND ENCRYPTION*****
--KingdomWarren
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supermarket
office supplies
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Hoppie's
Pizza
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>Finally a loud *POP* and the struggle ended. Browny's head flew
>into the rest of the fluffy hoard and they backed off momentarily.
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