Okay, I love Dan and Phil a lot so I'll write about them. And sorry if it sucks. (I tried) "PHIL YOU BETTER GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Phil's dad, Markus yells. "But-But," Phil tries to continue. One shot fell out of the glowing silver casing of his fathers gun. As soon as he heard the next round inserted inside of the gun, he ran like hell. He had nowhere to go, he couldn't think straight, and he ran into something, something metallic. A pole, and a young man had helped him up. "You look familiar, Phil right?" The boy asked. It was the one and only, Dan Howell.