Colin could see the bright white soccer mom style minivan parked across the street.
"Bingo." Colin said.
The gamer did a stealth roll... well, a "stealth" tumble and flop, he was tied up for several hours without any water, charlie horse mid-roll and stuff ... over to the mini van.
Colin pulled on the door handle and opened it up rather easily and slipped into the driver's seat.
"Too eas-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Colin yelped as he was pinned down and a knife went near his neck.
In the van was another old dinosaur, with liverspots on his blad head and cold grey eyes.
"Not one more move, yah Vietcong cretan." the old man said.
"Oh come on, two crazy old guys in one neighborhood?! You can't write this shit!" Colin wheezed.
There was the thump of a trash can falling over. From there emerged a naked blonde with DD breasts and a warm, oozing pussy.
"Mmmmmmm... I smell guys." the bimbo giggled as she kneaded her own dbreasts and moaned. The moaning signaled another six bimbos to emerge from behind the building, "oooh"ing and giggling.
"Who's that..." the old man asked.
"It's....." Colin said as a lightbulb went off in his head, ".... the Vietcong!They're heading this way!"
The old man released Colin from his pin and shoved him in the back.
"These bastards ain't taking me!" the old timer yelled as he floored it and ran two of the bimbos over.
The van swerved and jolted as Colin held his aim steady.
The bimbos eagerly chased the "speeding" mini van with flopping breasts and trails of drool.
Colin took aim and BLAM, a bimbo's head bursted open with a gush of blood. He took aim and BAM, got another one.
Around a turn and BANG, BANG, BAM, down went three more in a splash of blood.
"Oh yeah! Nothing's stopping this guy now!" Colin said as the mini van began to erraticly swerve.
Colin looked over to see...