Thieving Wasp wrote:
The agile insect ducks in front of St. John's head, where stray rounds strike the over-eating bishop squarely in the center of his skull.
He trips and Thieving Wasp is yet foiled again by bad accuracy and poorly designed firearms.
In zips a large mosquito, with an angry Thieving Wasp hot on his trail. He dives and bullets past Jack Hammer before doing a hair-pin turn around Lynora-Jill beautiful figure. Angling in mid-flight, Blood Sample rockets through the flaming mane of Sunny G. and parts it in two. Dodging in-coming fire from Thieving wasp, he exits rapidly towards an open window and off to the safety of another thread.
Jack Hammer wrote:
Out from another hole, a giant insect buzzes past the back of Jack Hammer's head. JH and the other jacks are no much for it's speed and agility. It lands on another keg, wings flaring, daring the Jacks to strike at their one true possession.
It moves it head to the left then to the right. As a Jack approaches, it flares it wings, it hovers like a well armed assualt helicopter, and it darts past the Jacks and out the clubhouse.
Jack's Right Hand Man wrote:
Oh, for the love of God, I wish you didn't do that. He was a friend of mine.Heh, it's not like there aren't a zillion more crickets out there for you to make friends with. *swats Blood Sample*
:::Zips past JRHM and finds a niche in the high wall:::
:::He mines the front entrance and then rubs his hands together, then across his wings:::
::He waits and plots:::