tirsdag den 8. februar 2011


    A transfusion of T-Rex blood was just the thing Buck Plankchest needed. That shark-riding bear had sneaked up on him when he was sleeping punching Russia. No real damage done, but he had lost a bit of blood. Now he had all the blood he needed. He accidentally flexed, and his massive upper body tore apart his kevlar t-shirt.
    "You listen to me, upper body muscles," he said. His voice was like a running chainsaw in a metal barrel filled with gravel. "You may have outsmarted my shirt, but there's one thing you can't outsmart." He made a fist. "My boot in your face."

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