Skipper: relax Rico is around here somewhere

Kowalski: found him!

Skipper: where?

Kowalski: over there on that block of ice

Private: hes sleeping

Kowalski: еще like knocked out

Skipper: lets go check it out

(the guys swim to the ice block)

Skipper: ok but what about Rico?

Kowalski: he'll be fine (checking rico out for injurys)

Private: we're lost!

Skipper: Kowalski try find the map in Rico's belly

Kowalski: what!? I'm not putting my flipper in his belly!

Skipper: fine I'll do it *pushes on Rico's belly*

Rico: *spits out a map*

Skipper: that was easy as cutting pie

Private: where are we then?

Kowalski:...

"Just another round, once things get calmer, I can pull over, I don't see any other civilization outside this asshat's territory," сказал(-а) Kat, driving further out and seeing her gas meter Стрела drop lower and lower. "Gotta find a damn gas station, или kegs of gas at least. So long as I have at least 17 gallons или so," сказал(-а) Kat, slowing her Aston Martin slightly. She looked around, not a single gas station in view at all, until she saw a small patch of pavement, and to her eyes, a single gas pump, rising out of the pavement, and seven gas cans laying on their sides, fully closed. "This seems promising,"...

Johnston paced around, watching all the machines add the mechanical parts to Dr. Damion. After about ten minutes, he stopped, Damion was ready to be revitalized. He then added the "skin" which was really just latex, which he put over all the mechanical parts of Dr. Damion, then added the texturing to make it еще like skin. He then stood back and looked at his work. "Marvelous, it appears as if he fell asleep and he's going to wake up later on, rather than deceased," сказал(-а) Johnston, marveling at his job. He then attached several wires to Dr. Damion, one at his head, two on each flipper, and...

"Yet another murder from the Crescent Killer, can Ты believe how they got my insignia wrong?" the Kid laughed.

"Mhmm~" Red purred softly, nuzzling her head under the Kid's chin.

"Are ya even listening to me baby, или just having a moment?" the Kid smirked.

"I'm listening..." Red buried her face into his chest.

"You're lusting over me~" the Kid rolled on his back and popped a peck on her cheek.

"Wanna do dat anal?" Red asked with an air of flamboyant swagger.

"Well...."

"Well~?"

"I hope Ты realize that..."

"Ye?"

"I'm tired of sex, let's just go kill someone~"

"Come on hooooon~ Why noooot?"

The...

"I would like to have a word with his excellency, Emperor Richard Walter!" Hannah shouted to the gatehouse.

No response, nor sign of life answered her request. 

Hannah got an idea. 

"I'm carrying twenty boxes of cheese pizza!"

Not two минуты afterwards, the wood and steel gate cracked open, the hinges creaking loudly with age and continuous use. A small female пингвин wobbled into the scene. She wagged her tail feathers happily and smiled. 

"Hai Han-nah!" she shouted joyfully. 

Hannah gave her a quick glance. 

"Kitten?" Hannah asked, returning a welcoming smile. 

"Uh huh, poppa let me for pizza!"...

The masked medics onsite began to unwrap the bandages on the female пингвин Hannah found earlier, and layered them with cleaner ones. 

"She'll be fine, just give us a few weeks to let the stitches печать up, alright?" asked one of the anonymous doctors. 

"Alright," Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. 

"They're- Done?" the patient asked. 

"Yes Vic, and thank god, Ты Остаться в живых so much blo-" Hannah was cut off by a scream from Vic. 

"DON'T SAY WHAT I LOST~! It-It'll only call him back...!!" Vic whimpered, squeezing Hannah's flipper. 

"Shhh... There there, the pain is gone, and he can't touch Ты now,...

Hannah swiftly followed the path Kowalski took, recognizing every building, scanning over each улица, уличный sign and number, still in the correct direction. She stopped short of a crosswalk, catching her breath and wiping her forehead. 

"Good god, if I can't get to Private, oh my god... I can't медведь seeing him in.. So much pain.." Hannah's maternal instinct spiked within her heart, as it blasted to the speed of sound, giving her a renewed strength. 

Hannah raced past bystanders, not giving a care in the world about how rude it was, since her вверх priority at the moment is finding her de-facto son...

A calm breeze erupted from a single air vent in the room, bringing a cool flow of air in a relatively hot день in Fort Grumley, aside from the occasional tick of a perpetually Холодное сердце clock, the only sounds made were the light discussions of Hannah, as she began to tend to a distressed Kowalski about his experience.  

"I see he tortured you, but Ты сказал(-а) on the last day, he was "nice" to you?" asked Hannah, dabbing disinfectant wipes on Kowalski's scrapes and cuts. 

"As in, he really had no intention of hurting me, if anything, he seemed pretty lonely the whole time. I assume from how he behaves...

Voltaire draws chainsaw even closer to Steve
Voltaire: This is too easy! No one can stop me now!
Cat's voice: Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrr....!!!!
Sherlock: What the heck was that?
Cat continues while running on stage furiously
Steve: Cat?
Cat continues and breaks through cage
Voltaire: What the?
Cat: ...aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgh!!! (Tackles and hits Voltaire while riding on him)
Voltaire: Ow! (Drops chainsaw. Chainsaw turns off) Ouch! Ouch! Эй, get off me!
Cat: Don't touch my boyfriend! (Punches him and gets off)
Voltaire falls and his arms get pulled back by Cat
Voltaire: Yeow! Let go of me!
Cat: First give me the key...