I do not own any TDI, it belongs to EVERYONE
thank you for putting up with my laziness, for thanks Im going to
try my hardness to make this chapter extra special.
You better! It cost me seven men to put you back in that chair.
*evil laugh* Who knew it would take that much.
. Ill start writing now.
two men walked down the road, not knowing what to expect. Trent can
tell how tense Duncan was. The man nearly ran 4 blocks from a splat
of water pushed out, when a car rolled over a puddle. The sky was
quite gloomy, like it was going to rain, The buildings were very
high, like a bunch of sky scrappers. Duncan was wearing a black
raincoat, with black slacks, and a black T-shirt. Then his Green
Mohawk caught his attention. What type of business man has a green
Mohawk? Trent was wearing a normal cop uniform, and still had his
gun, taser, and pepper spray just in case. To ease the strange
silence Trent asked Since we have one more block to go do you want
a hotdog? he pointed to a hotdog stand on the side of the street.
Yeah sure, why not? With that said his paranoia went away
temporarily. They walked over to see that the cashier was a redhead.
Hey what can I do for you? she said with a freakishly large
smile. We will like two hotdogs ketchup, mustard, and relish.
she picked up two hotdogs and made there order while doing so, she
was mumbling to herself about the Magical purple mushroom and
the Rainbow gay pathetic excuse of a bird not to mention the
Emotionally drained Leprechauns. by the time she was finished
with the order, Duncan tensed up again. Trent gave Duncan his hotdog
as the began to walk off. Duncan intently stared at the hotdog Is
it safe to eat this?