The fox took a deep whiff of the musk and looked momentarily confused. His eyes brightened and an intent look crossed his face. "Listen up, you no good excuse for a reptile," the fox snarled, "She's mine and mine only. I'm taking her in. I'm deciding what happens to her."
"Jesus, not again," growled the crocodile, "you damn mammals are so susceptible to these pheromones. You'd be rutting in a minute if the rest of us weren't around. Now calm down, and we'll get this settled."
"Oh, you'd LOVE that, wouldn't you?" sneered the fox, "Let me do all the work in tracking down the dimensional instability and then let you wander up during shift change and just take the prize? I don't think so." He raised an arm, and every…man?…in his troop leveled their guns at the crocodile's troops. "Now, stand aside and let me do my work!"
"Listen up you inebriated fur brain," he pointed at the two skunkfemme twins, "It's their doing. Let's just take them in." He grabbed St. John by the arm. "…and all calm down."
"Remove your hands from my trophy!" the fox bellowed. He grabbed Jim's furry arm and leapt to the side-"FIRE! Take them all!"
Jim was dragged into the protection of a doorway while the firefight started. The fox seemed intent on taking him somewhere. Jim struggled to keep up as the sounds of battle echoed down the hallways behind them.
Waitaminnit! Why was he always being pushed, pulled and generally dragged places against his will? Shouldn't he take some action? Shouldn't he be responsible? A plan hatched in the recesses of his addled mind.
Fri Oct 29 12:30:03 1999