Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20171119215644/@comment-24510587-20171128002032

"Their funeral," Wilkes grunted, beating Sunshine against the head like a pinata to knock him out. With the lunatic dragging behind him, he scooped up Harriot and bolted for the rear exit. He wasn't too worried about the Toes - they'd have to be preoccupied with the dogs, and small arms fire wouldn't get through to him anyway.