Hide me! Somebody hide me!
Whew, I barely escaped from the dude with numbers for a name. He had a SERIOUS look in his eyes and a freaky can of something he kept trying to aim at me. It made me sneeze. Thank the Colonel his aim was off. (It was kinda funny watchng him dance around. Reminded me of the Chicken dance Haha)
I tell ya, I haven't been this nervous since I was locked up in that coop down under with this really intense guy. He growled the whole time and in his sleep muttered "We who are about to die salute you." Yeah, well I didn't much care for that "die" part but was so glad when we broke away from the lady who'd written "Claiming the Clucker" or something like that. She kept saying "Come to Mama little clucker. I need a feather." (shiver)
So, do me a favor while we're waiting for the next Bandita (cool group of "chicks" btw).