The gamer screamed his lungs out as it caught up to him: Lucas, annoying and jerkish as he was, had just turned into a bimbo right before his eyes. To anybody else, this would mean a free score with a cute girl. To Colin, this meant a harbinger of the Bimbo Apocalypse, or, the "Bimbocalypse" he had to endure within a dream, and that dream ended with him drowning it vomit. (It was a long story.)
The gamer's arms failed as he ran in terror out of the store and into the street, cars swerving and hitting eachother. Angry drivers began yelling, "WATCH OUT, YOU MANIAC!"
"This is bad." James said.
"I know, that guy didn't even give me his number!" Lucy whined.
"No, it's bad because Colin's having a terror fueled episode and he could do something that could land him in the hospital, or in jail, or in a mental institute!" You scream.
Lucy moans as she squeezes her boobs before asking, "Like, who's Colin."
You groan aloud thinking, 'Lucas, the moment that soda wears off, I'm slapping you.'
James pulled out his phone and dialed another friend of the gamer guy.
"Marin, Chris, we have a code 487."
"One of Lucas' pranks actually tricked him into thinking there was a real bimbo virus?" the french voice of Marin asks.
"It's gonna be a long explanation, but for now, our friend needs us!" You yell.
"Let us roll." Marin said in a bad attempt to sound like an action hero.
You grab Lucy and James buys the case of soda the gymrat turned bimbo opened to show Colin and the others.
Speaking of the husky, screaming gamer, he was currently running through...