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Chapter 7: The Gon-Gon Stampede
this page added by Jennifer Par
robertmaryparsons@gci.net
Sub-commander Decatron valiently led his forces down the corridor, bravely fending off the enemies as they attacked, he heroically took a position to the forward as they charged down the hall.
"I'm hungry." Someone whined.
"I'm thirsty." Commented another.
"And I have to go to the bathroom!" A voice in back screeched.
"Hungry, eh?" Decatron asked. His motto was, 'Improvise, improvise, improvise.'
"Hey, watch where you're going!" yelped a small Predacon as Decatron carelessly ran him over.
"Oops, sorry." Decatron apologized. Seconds later, the latter half of the troops overran what was left. Decatron turned around to make a speech. "Troops, we are---" He rushed forward to avoid being crushed. "STOP!" The onrushing forces ground to a halt. "I've decided where we'll be heading." The others looked at each other, possibly in shock at his brilliant command decision. "We will be going to the mess hall. Left march, everybot!" Seconds later, Decatron was forced to dart forward again to avoid being trampled by the much more enthusiastic mob of Predacons storming the mess hall. Did this have to do more with his decision, or more with the fact that the Vengeance had accidentally been misshipped an entire crate of chocolate energon-gons? Wondered Decatron silently as he fled toward the mess hall. Oh well.
Minutes later, they reached the Predacon cafeteria. It wasn't time for lunch so the doors were locked, but that didn't stop the onrushing mob. Indeed, it had swelled as other Predacons had learned their mission, not the part about the mutiny, that they were the distraction but the part that they were going to raid the kitchen for energon-gons.
"STOP!!!! STOPSTOPSTOOOOOP!" Crash! Decatron was smashed through the doors and propelled out against the far wall. The two-hundred or so male and female Predacons swarmed the kitchen, instantly securing it and tossing out the resistance. Not that there was much, for with cries such as,
"VIVA LA BON-BONS!"
"Hey, save some for us!"
"Sharing isn't the Predacon way, shrimp!"
"Then move over! It's mine!" The kitchen workers entered the fray as they tore open the enormous crate marked 'ENERGON-GONS FOR DELIVERY TO COMMAND HEADQUARTERS: TOP PRIORITY. THIS SIDE UP. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO OPEN WITHOUT PASSCODES. ANY ATTEMPT TO OPEN WITHOUT PASSCODES WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE SELF-DESTRUCTION.
"Hey, stop! Read The Label!" Decatron shouted as he waved his arms frantically. Few listened, and only those those who who had heard the stories about the bots who'd tried to make off with energon-goodies from Megatron once and/or those who weren't caught up in a chocolate rush got away.
What do you do now?
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