The grenade seemed to take forever in it's flight, but eventually it dipped down and hit a furry dead on in the face. He rubbed the end of his prosthetic animal-nose and then stared wide-eyed at the device that dropped to the floor. Before he had time to call out, the grenade exploded, lifting everyone off their feet and throwing them away from the grenade. A good third of them had been wiped out, either by the initial explosion or furries crushing them beneath them, but the majority still remained.
Ian collided with destroyer, his soft, shitty body collapsing around the mega-jew's huge bicep. He then proceeded to pummel the child into the ground, his head exploding like a balloon filled with a fuck-ton of red, metallic-tasting water. Ian then proceeded to charge into the large group, smacking 7-year-olds aside as he went.
Str00f could see his army collapsing around him... things weren't going well for him or his horde of naive young children. It was clear to him now would be the time for his escape, so he acted quickly. Picking up his golden pan, Str00f clubbed a few of his own army around the head to clear a path for himself.
As he hacked through the jungle of midgets, Tim heared the distinct sound of the pan and looked up to see that who he had come to kill was escaping, and quickly.
"Troy!"
He yelled.
"Your fedora, give it to me!"
Troy seemed apprehensive at first, but during the heat of battle it seemed important. He tossed his fedora to Tim, and he took aim. Tim threw the hat flawlessly, but this was more than a hat. The ultimate statement of sexual appeal and achiever of euphoria was now careering through the air towards the escaping king. The God of all apparel slowly arced downwards, and hit Str00f in the neck, sticking into him like a quality Luton shank. King Str00f screamed in pain and collapsed to the floor, bleeding heavily from the wound.
At the sound of their not-so-fearless leader crumbling to the floor, the horde of squeaky cod-fags ran for their lives down the trap-laiden corridor. In short, without being too graphic, they all ran into lasers and dissolved like barrocas.
Tim now stood over King Str00f, the leader of Tiptoptradia now whimpering in both pain and fear.
"The key."
Tim demanded, holding his hand out.
"Take it!"
He squealed, throwing it into Tim's hand.
"Just leave me, let me live, please!"
"Fine."
Tim answered. He walked away, towards the corridor which Maria now emerged from.
"This is the map room!"
She exclaimed before running off back down the corridor. Tim followed, but heard a scream behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see Sean stomping on King Str00f's now dead face.
"Fuckin' trader faggot."
He said, before following Tim towards the final piece of the puzzle. Soon they would have what they set out on the quest for.
