"No." Colin calmly said.
The group simply stared at him.
The gamer sighed and said, "Look, I don't know what it is you guys are up to or what you want me to do in it, but I'm still trying to soak in the fact that there's a virus turning people into stripper wannabes!"
The Boss simply sat there, bearing a face of disappointment. Colin could tell he wasn't happy about this.
"Look, I can handle myself." Colin said.
"You mean like when that nutso preacher strolled up behind you and bonked you on the head?" Sal asked.
Colin turned to face him "I was hacking into bimbos with a hachet! How was I supposed to see that coming?!" Colin snapped back.
"In fact, how did you get nabbed anyway?!" Colin asked.
"Weren't you on the can?" a grunt asked.
"No I wasn't yah lunk!" Sal said as he slapped the grunt.
Colin ran out the door and peeled out in one of the gang's motorcycles as a fight insued inside. He drove for hours, stopping for nothing and seeing everything. Panic in the streets as people looted, trampled eachother, and tried to avoid bimbos running rampant. He even saw a little girl look on in horror as her slobber covered mother's breasts violently ballooned out into DD cups, right before the woman grabbed onto her daughter. It was a tough sight to see, but Colin knew had to keep going. Besides, this was a well tuned bike, surely it had enough...
*SPUUUT, FUUUURM, PSSSSSSSH*
.... gas.
"Dammit." the gamer said to himself as he saw a DD breasted blonde nearby fingering herself.
With no other options, Colin hopped off the bike and ran in with the panicked crowds.