Colin uttered that phrase as he looked at the hurt, baked face of the only friendly person he had around. He slipped out of his seat and went around the other side. As he bent over, he saw the stoner's light bong slide towards a puddle of gas. He grabbed the glass tube before it fell as tossed it into the wilderness.
"Uhhhhhh..." the stoner moaned after Colin unbuckled him and his face slammed into the dashboard.
The gamer drug the guy out of the car and pulled him along the ground, the snowy wind howling something fierce.
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Meanwhile, Donavan's wife bounded through the snow, hopping across rock and stump alike.
'I know you're here, Greys.' she thought to herself as she followed large footprints trailed by bloody pawprints heading in the direction of a nearby cabin. As she approached the cabin, the wolf dog pack spotted her and charged her full force.
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The stoner groaned and sighed as he got up and saw a fire next to him. It was warm and comforting against the harsh cold. He saw Colin without his mask, wearing an eye patch over his eye, a heay winter coat with ski pants and boots in place of the ape suit, and carrying dry wood.
"Oh good, you're up." said Colin.
The stoner sat there for a few minutes, staring.
"What happened to my spirit animal dude?" he asked.
"He, uhhhh.... left you for dead. Yeah, ran off into the woods." Colin said.
"That jerk!" the stoner snapped.
'Great, he's a pothead, AND an idiot.' Colin groaned in his mind.
"Hey, where's my grass?" the guy asked.
"Your spirit animal threw it into the woods." Colin said.
"WHAT?!" the stoner shouted.
'Oh boy, here comes the withdrawl....' the gamer thought.