"Where should we go first?" Clyde questioned. "You mean - what should we p-p-play first!" Jimmy corrected him.
I looked at the both of them with a blank stare, "Could te guys just make a decision. I don't want to be standing here the whole time."
"Craig's right," Token said, "Let's just go over to that game!"
"You mean the pallacanestro, basket one?" Clyde asked.
"C'mon, that's not fair," I said, "Jimmy can't play basketball."
"You have crutches."
He looked down at his crutches and then back at me, "Oh... right."
I sighed and started walking and, pretty soon, the rest of them followed. I was about to make a suggestion, when I stopped dead in my tracks.
"What is it?" Clyde asked, but it was pretty evident.
Kyle, Cartman, Stan, and Kenny were just walking around a corner when Cartman sighted us. I saw a smug look of happiness flicker across his stupid face before he notified the others of our presence.
"Looks like we have company," Token detto grimly.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Cartman detto with a smirk.
mostrare no emotion at all, I said, "Go. Away."
Kyle stepped forward, "C'mon, Cartman. Let's go. Don't start any trouble."
"What are te four assholes doing here?" Cartman asked, ignoring Kyle completely.
"For the Amore of God," Kyle detto with a facepalm.
Immediately, Clyde replied, "What are you
"What does it look like I'm doing?" He rolled his eyes with irritation.
"Judging da the slurpie in your hand, I'm guessing you're becoming fatter?" I asked.
He gave me a deadly glare, but I waved it away with a nonchalant flip-off.
"This is our
hang out spot! te gotta leave!" He detto with bravado.
"You can't make us leave, fatty!" Token said. "This place is public. We're allowed to be here if we want!"
"Yeah!" I said, "If anyone's gonna be leaving though, it's going to be te guys!"
All of their faces became serious and Cartman laughed, "Ohohoh! So it's going to be like that, huh? Well, how about we make a little proposition?"
"What did te have in mind?" Clyde said, rolling his eyes.
"Laser tag. Losing team has to leave." Cartman detto with a little too much confidence.
"Are te kidding me?" I said, spreading my arms in disbelief.
"Does it look like I'm joking around, Craig?"
"Your whole face is a joke, so I don't know," I said, still staring blankly.
Kyle half-smiled and Cartman was quick to retalliate, "Whatever! At least I don't have a fuckin' annoying-ass attitude! So are te up to it, o what?"
Jimmy shrugged, "I can't really play laser tag. So the game would be kind of unfair, d-d-don't te think?"
"That's okay!" Clyde detto with enthusiasm and looked at me, "Dude! We're always playing Call of Duty and all that! We have the skills! I'm positive we can beat them!"
"We've been playing the same game!" Stan said. "Probably più than te guys have!"
"I wouldn't be so sure," I said.
"So it's on! We'll go book the successivo game! Be ready at 4:00. te guys are going down!" Cartman detto with a strong desire for competition.
"We'll be there!" Token yelled in reply.
Clyde grinned broadly and said, "Aw, dude... I'm so excited for this! Laser tag rules!"
"It'll be just like Nazi Zombies, except with lasers, glow in the dark lights, and hidden areas for sneak attacks. This... is going to be sweet," I agreed.
. . .
We all lined up at the entrance to laser tag, and the tension was building considerably.
"We call being the red team!" Cartman said.
I shrugged. "That's cool. Blue is better than red, anyway."
We all put on our equipment and grabbed a gun. Soon afterwards, an employee stepped out from behind a door and started going over instructions.
Before I did anything to get us kicked out, Clyde whispered over my shoulder, "Don't."
I rolled my eyes.
"...and that's about it!" The stupid employee said, "Have fun! You'll have 20 minutes. The scores will be shown on the board once te exit."
"Let's go!" Cartman yelled and the rest of them followed after him.
"Run!" I yelled, "We have to get into positions before they set up!"
We all ran into the enormous room and I almost immediately ran into a wall. The place was pitch-black. Only glow in the dark stickers, stars, and lasers flashing from the ceiling illuminated the dark walls.
Luckily, the blue side was nearby and pretty soon, we were all well hidden.
I looked at them and motioned for them not to speak. It could give away our positions.
Clyde slowly crept inoltrare, avanti and peered around a corner.
Token and I met him where he was and then I whispered, "Let's use formation tactics. Clyde, te go to the left. Token, te take the right. I'll go down the middle and we'll meet in the center of their territory. Use your surroundings and be careful. They could be anywhere."
Silent as ever, we all went our separate ways. The red, blue, and green lasers continuously flashed above us and the techno Musica never ceased. All of a sudden, I heard lasers being fired to my right. I leapt behind a bacheca just in time.
"Damn it!" Cartman cursed. I pulled back on my gun, ready to fire. "Almost had me there, fatso!"
"Come out here!" He yelled, agitated.
I thrust my hand around the corner and flipped him off.
"Fuck te too, Craig!"
Then, I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye. It was Kenny.
I smirked and shot three times in his direction - seeing his vest light up in reaction. Kenny looked down and said, "What the fuck?"
"Oh my god!" I heard Stan yell, although I couldn't see him. "You theoretically killed Kenny!"
Then I heard Kyle yell from from a long ways away, "...... Youuu bastards!"
"Oh, no!" Kenny detto and ran away to his re-boosting station. "Oh no te don't!" I yelled, and chased after him to block his way. If he couldn't get to his re-boosting station in time, then I could make him loose a life, and my team would gain a point.
I wasn't expecting it, but Kyle leapt over a rail above and landed in front of me with his head down and one hand on the floor.
With a smile, his head snapped up and I glared at him. "Move out of my way!"
"Never!" Kyle yelled and held up his gun.
"Craig!" Clyde shouted and jumped over the railing and onto Kyle. Kyle growled, "Get off me!"
"Thanks," I said.
"No problem! Go stop Kenny!" I ran around them and jumped over a few walls to gain a little speed.
Fortunately, I blocked Kenny's way just in time and his vest's number went from a 3 to a 2.
"Haha!" I laughed and then ran back to the center of where I'd just come from. Suddenly, I heard Stan laugh and say, "Ha! I got te Token!"
"Damn!" Token said.
Looking at the scoreboard, I noticed that we were tied. Token and Kenny had already Lost one life.
"Craig," Clyde whispered. I looked around and saw Clyde hiding underneath a ramp. I crawled under there with him, "What?"
"We need to get Cartman."
"Because he's a fatass."
Just then, I saw Cartman from our hiding place. He was walking about slowly, with his gun held at the ready.
I laughed quietly and aimed.
His vest lit up and he looked down with anger, "Aw, goddamn it!" Then he broke into a run.
"Stop him!" I yelled and ran out after him.
He tried jumping over a wall, but he was having some trouble. I caught up to him and stood there, staring.
He continued struggling, but yet his fat culo was still restraining him from climbing over.
"I knew I shouldn't have eaten those fajitas.. oh god.." He mumbled under his breath.
Surprisingly enough, my vest lit up..
I turned around just in time to see Kyle disappear around a corner.
"Aw, crap!" I yelled and ran over to the re-boosting station.
"Stan! Kenny! I got Craig! He's running to his life station! Stop him!"
I ran faster, but something tackled me from behind a corner.
"You're not going anywhere, Craig!" Stan detto triumphantly.
"Ahhhh!" I shouted and tried to get him off, but it was too late. I Lost a life. Stan got off me and ran a different direction. "I got him!"
I got up and dusted myself off. With a quick glance, I looked at the scoreboard. Red team: 2 and blue team: 2.
"Guys" I yelled, "We're still legato! Let's step up our game!"
Clyde yelled, "I just shot Kyle! I think he's trying to re-boost!"
I ran over to the red re-boosting station and saw Kyle standing in the light to power up.
He saw me and started freaking out, "Hurry up, te stupid station!"
With a quick turn of speed, I ran over and shoved Kyle out of the light. He yelled and landed against a wall. His vest went down da 1. "Goddamn it, Craig!" He said, his fists clenched.
Not wanting to be caught off my guard again, I ran off and found cover.
Token met up with me and laughed, "I just got Kenny! I feel so accomplished!"
"Good! That means we're winning da 2 now!"
Just then, I heard Clyde scream, and I facepalmed, "Ugh.."
"Uhh, hey, fellahs!" Someone said.
I turned around, and I saw Butters standing there with a blue casco on.
"What the hell?" I detto with surprise, "Wh.. What the heck are te doing here, Butters?!"
"Well, I saw te guys go in here and I noticed te were down a fellah, so I decided to come in and help ya out!"
"Okay, well thanks," I said.
"Y-Yeah!" He said, "Hey, it was optional to wear this casco right?" He asked. I nodded, "Yep. But Token and I didn't want to. They look stupid."
Butters shrugged, "I think they look kinda cool!" He laughed and ran around a corner.
I looked at Token, "5 bucks says he looses a life right now."
Just then I heard him say, "Oh, fudgesicles!"
"We're tied again! 4 to 4!" Clyde detto with agitation as he ran around a corner.
I shook my head, "Let's get Stan! I don't think he's Lost a life yet."
With ninja-like stealth, Clyde and I looked around. Then, Clyde pulled on my sleeve and pointed. Stan was walking backwards, looking from side to side with wariness.
"Be my guest," I said.
Clyde narrowed his eyes and shot at Stan. With a look of shock, Stan yelled, "Oh, shit!" Then, he broke into a frantic run. Clyde ran after him to intervene and pretty soon, it was 5 to 4. We were winning.
But it didn't last long. I heard a click behind me and felt a gun press up against my back.
"I finally got you, te asshole," Cartman detto with a laugh. I turned around and tried to run around him, but he bulled into me with his fat stomach and I fell to the ground. "Ow!" I growled, and glared at him with my teeth clenched.
"Nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya! I shot te with my gu-un and te Lost a li-ife! Nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya!" He sang and danced like an idiot.
"Whatever," I said, "Go choke on your own double chins."
With a look of dumbfounded shock, I thought he was going to say something equally insulting, but instead he grabbed my hat. "And now I have your ha-at! Nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-nya!"
Kyle, Stan, and Kenny came around a corner just then and Stan said, "Oh, te got Craig, Cartman? Sweet! We're tied now!"
None of us were expecting what happened next.
"Ahhhhh!!" Butters yelled and jumped over a wall. Clyde and Token soon followed and they shot Kyle, Stan, and Kenny. Unfortunately, Cartman ran out of the field of danger before he was shot. recitazione swiftly, I ran after him and yelled, "Get back here, tubby!" He had run around a couple of walls, so I rolled under a rail and jumped up onto a bouncing platform.
From there, I was able to see Cartman running and judge his velocity. There was 30 secondi on the clock, and I didn't have any time to lose, so I performed a front flip off of the trampoline and began leaping over the pathways da using the tops of the walls as leverage.
Just then I heard someone say over the speaker, "You! The one who's jumping on the walls! Get down!"
Without looking at the camera, I flipped it off and kept moving. "Did te just flip me off?!"
"No," I replied.
Finally, I was just a little ahead of Cartman. I leapt down off the bacheca and ran through a narrow path as fast as I could. I knew exactly where he was. Throwing myself on my side, I slid past the small, horizontal entryway. Taking aim as I was sliding, I shot him as he was running my way down the hall. I guessed that I had hit him, because he started wailing, "What?! Nu! Nuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!" I got up off the floor and looked at the scoreboard. It was now 9 to 5, and the buzzer sounded. We won the game. I walked over to Cartman and grabbed my hat, "I'll be taking that," I detto and put it back on.
Clyde, Token, Butters, and I yelled in triumph! "Yeah! We did it!"
"In your faces, losers!"
"We beat you! Whoopee!"
Stan rolled his eyes, "Aw, c'mon!"
Kyle shrugged, "They're right. We lost. Congrats, guys."
Cartman walked up to us, "How is that possible?! Mother fucker! This is all your fault, Kiinny!"
Kenny pointed at himself, "Me?"
Kyle glared at Cartman, "Shut the fuck up, fatass. We all Lost as a team! Don't try to blame Kenny!"
Placing our equipment back, we walked out of the laser tag room.
"That was sooooo fun," I said.
"And you're sooo lame," Cartman replied.
I turned around, "Oh, is someone being a sore loser?"
"Sore loser my ass!"
"Yeah! Your culo is a sore loser, too!" Clyde laughed and crossed his arms.
"This totally sucks donkey boners!!" Cartman said, looking up at the ceiling in annoyance.
"Guess we all have to leave now," Kenny said.
I looked at all of them, "No. Just Cartman." We all looked at him and he looked at us. "I'm not leaving! te can't make me! Hmph!"
The doors slammed open and he was thrown into the snow head first. He looked behind himself, "Wait! Hold on! Hold on, te assholes!" *Door slam*