Real funny, asshole. [ mickey calls out over the screeching the creature lets out as he feeds the chain around the leg of a bus stop bench bolted to the sidewalk, winding it as tight as he can get it. ] Tie him to the fuckin' ground!
[ his chin jerks up, motioning to the nearby trashcan, similarly bolted. once it's tied, the thing wails but weakens, and Mickey shoots back up, dropping a gross boot onto the thing's shoulder. ]
This is about to get real gross, fair warning.
[ and ian gets all of a count of three to look away before mickey's raising up this post-apocalypse nightmare looking axe and swinging it down. it might take a couple chops, you know, supernatural monsters and all. it's a good thing one of them is conditioned enough to this. ]
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[ his chin jerks up, motioning to the nearby trashcan, similarly bolted. once it's tied, the thing wails but weakens, and Mickey shoots back up, dropping a gross boot onto the thing's shoulder. ]
This is about to get real gross, fair warning.
[ and ian gets all of a count of three to look away before mickey's raising up this post-apocalypse nightmare looking axe and swinging it down. it might take a couple chops, you know, supernatural monsters and all. it's a good thing one of them is conditioned enough to this. ]