Veggiecide!

"We should probably go," says Dan.

Unfortunately, Jasper's not listening, as he's too busy looking at Sara--he's seen this look in her eyes before. Her left eye is twitching; a bit of foam is collecting at one corner of her mouth.

"Ummm...do any of you have a taser? Maybe some handcuffs?" he says. "Because I think we're going to need them in a few--"

"DIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" shrieks Sara, cutting him off. Steve falls backwards in terror as Sara leaps at him, a carrot in hand--she apparently had it in her pocket the entire time.

THUCK THUCK THUCK THUCK...blood sprays up as Sara stabs Steve repeately in the head and chest with her improvised weapon, howling like an angry ape. The other four stare in shock at this display of homicidal insanity.

Finally, she stops. Breathing like a bellows, she stares at the carrot in her hand blankly before throwing the broken thing away. Silence reigns for several seconds. Somewhere, a dog barks.

"That guy... really pisses me the fuck off," she pants. She kneels down beside the corpse and starts rummaging through the old man's clothes. "C'mon... help me strip him."

1. His wallet contains nearly 25000 bucks. 1976 mall time!
2. All they find are some trading stamps, a waterlogged harmonica and a giant ball of earwax.
3. Sara gets that look in her eye again. Seems Dan Danger's wearing a color that sets off her homicidal mania. Or maybe he's the way his breath sort of whistles in his nose. Whichever.
4. They strip him and leave him in that ditch over there--the one that also contains dead doubles of each of them, wearing the same clothes they're in now. The hey?
5. TWELVE-STATE MURDER SPREE! SHOTGUN!

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