Colin blinked a couple of times before realizing he was face first in a pile of sand.
'Well, that's a relief...' the gamer thought as he saw that none of the bimbos noticed him. He had just hit some sand... some weirdly shaped sand covered in stinky white gunk....
'Wait a minute.....' Colin thought to himself.
He looked around the sand pile and noticed several important details: there were plastic sand toys toppled to his left, and in front of him, a plump seagull eating Cheezits out of the box.
'Oh good lord my face fell in bird shit! It's nasty! It's grody! It's appalling... It's perfect.'
The gamer shut his eyes and opened his mouth wide....
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"Okay, everything's set up, Rocko, you know what to do." Tino whispered.
The big black guy flipped open the remote to his detenator, the charges planted on the vending machines.
"Okay, who's ready to keep those hoes busy while we get the goods?" Rocko asked.
The team turned around to see Colin spit out a bunch of sand. He readied his pistol before spitting a bunch and saying everything Tino needed to hear:
"Let's Rock and Roll!"