RE: BIG MUTHERFUCKIN' CRAB TRUCKERS
03-29-2012, 03:19 PM
Armanda is not yet insensibly drunk but is still too intent on finishing her drink to pay much attention when the unruly bikers barge in, alternating passing the pint glass between her mouth and the open lid of a fuel tank (alcohol is the manliest source of propulsion).
Once people start whacking each other with stools though, it becomes a bit more than can be easily ignored. She daintily set the glass down on the counter and then made this action entirely pointless by smashing the wooden countertop with her other, mechanical claw so hard that the mug flew into the air and shattered against the ceiling.
Turning slowly (not that she could turn with any other speed) to face the bikers she blasted an intimidating cloud of diesel from the four chimneys mounted on her armoured shell, in the manner of a bull pawing the ground before it charges, a tactic that she may come to regret seeing as they are all indoors.
It might be interesting to note that at this point our heroes have actually caused far more property damage than anyone else.
Once people start whacking each other with stools though, it becomes a bit more than can be easily ignored. She daintily set the glass down on the counter and then made this action entirely pointless by smashing the wooden countertop with her other, mechanical claw so hard that the mug flew into the air and shattered against the ceiling.
Turning slowly (not that she could turn with any other speed) to face the bikers she blasted an intimidating cloud of diesel from the four chimneys mounted on her armoured shell, in the manner of a bull pawing the ground before it charges, a tactic that she may come to regret seeing as they are all indoors.
It might be interesting to note that at this point our heroes have actually caused far more property damage than anyone else.