The Fighting Pacifists and The Armed Peacekeepers settle down for the evening on their sofa of choice. The journey from Oasis was difficult. They were sure of their direction, but they didn't always choose the safest or easiest way. Their traveling companions B.L.O.C. had long gone to bed. Camelot rooted through the fridge for something to eat as a knock came to the door. TFP answered and found their old friend Black Skies at the door. They’d gone through some changes and wanted to be called Thunderstruck now. TFP shrugged and lit another while pointing to a comfy sofa. No sooner had Thunderstruck taken a seat than a reptilian hiss issued from Camelot and then lunged in an attack.
TFP looked on in momentary confusion before setting its smoke down in annoyance. The lizard continued to beat on Thunderstruck as TFP asked them to stop. With a sigh, TFP picked up its bat. SMH. Could have focused on the future, on the friends you have, not the past and all the enemies you’ve made. TFP forced the bat between them and ushered Camelot out the door.
TL;DR- Bonk-Bonk m’f’er, be gone in 72 hours.
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