Supply Run Shenanigans

[radioactivedonuts]

[Supply runs were just part of the routine in Zone life. Perhaps the real only routine out here. Ghoul wasn't exactly thrilled to be going on one today, but mostly because he hated dealing with Tommy Chow Mein.

Alas, today he'd drawn the metaphorical short straw with Kobra. So here they were, riding down the road in the trans am, the radio blasting and windows down. Ghoul shifted slightly in the driver's seat, then grinned as his eyes slide to look at the other 'joy.]

Look. 'm just sayin' if we made a ramp we could totally make it over at least five cars maybe more dependin' on how fast we can get the car to go!

[It's a conversation they've probably had a billion and one times but Ghoul can't help but revisit it.]

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[radioactivedonuts]

[Really it's all Jet and Party's fault if they go through with the plan. They'll have no right to be made at Ghoul and Kobra. They should know better then to leave them alone.]

Please I know you'll pick Party P. [And that's really perfectly alright. Ghoul would never actually expect Kobra to choose him over his brother.] It'd be a blast. Especially if we do it with them in the car. Can you imagine their faces?

[Or a death sentence. Tomato, tomahto.]

Hmmm! We might have'ta find a place to build it that they wouldn't see... So not behind the diner.

[goodluckkobra]

Plenty of desert to pick from, but we can't let them be in the car. Party'll choke out whoever's driving mid-air and Jet will have a heart attack.

[ And then they'll all be dead, save for Party, because Kobra has full confidence that Party will just roll out of the flaming wreckage unscathed. Asshole seems impervious to damage. ]

Gonna have to keep this a secret.

[ His drumming fingers move to the side of Ghoul's face. ]