Part Twenty One
The Timing is Right Finally, the timing must have
been right because Turf stepped up to attack one of the mice-like
things. The Hero, Turf, pulled back his Big Sword in one mighty
swing and hacked off a Giant Rat's head!
"Am I the only one that can kill a rat?
Finally!" bitched Buster with one hand on his hip.
"Buster is so weird," noticed Rocko as he
turned his attention back to the Giant Rat in front of him and
bonked it on the head with his mace. It became angry. Or angrier. Or
angriest, if that increases the drama. Dade tried to finish it off
sneakily but sneakily missed.
"I'll sing at that rat trying to flank
us!" anthropomorphosized Buster. Buster let loose with a
non-verbal rendition of the song about his sister's hot nipples and
another rat's head exploded from shame and embarrassment. Also, from
the magickal bolt that went through it's head. "Woohoo!
Ratkiller!" tried to nickname himselfed Buster.
"I like how 'The Hero' is hanging back from the
heart of the battle," air-quoted Rocko while in the middle of a
life and death rat infestation. "LOLLOLOLOLO!" he added
for retarded emphasis.
Corky, still upset about the attacks on his mental
abilities, continued to miss his attacks on the Giant Rats.
"I'm the field commander. I'm working up
stradegies," explained Turf without the help of his spell
checker.
"Gettem boys!" field commnded Buster
shriekally.
XX2. Buster Zings Rocko
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