Lucius and Vulpes nodded, and then resumed very obviously sneaking towards the tent. Once they were inside, they ran to the back, picked up the spear, and prayed Anthony got there before Caesar got back.
After a few minutes Anthony entered the tent with a small tool box. Setting the box on the ground, Anthony opened it; put a roll of duct tape around his wrist and a bottle of Wonder Glue between his teeth.
His voice Muffled, Anthony wiggled his fingers towards Lucius and said, “Gimme the spear.”
“Awesome Bro,” Lucius said, handing over the broken spear.
Anthony then put a dollop of Wonder Glue on the end of the broken spear, shoved it back together, and wrapped the two broken ends in a heavy coating of duct tape. Once the tape was about an inch thick, Anthony stood back and feeling satisfied, shoved his tools in his box.
“Give it like, two or three hours, then you can take the tape off,” Anthony said.
“Dude, that’s not good,” Lucius said, once again panicked, “Caesar might be back any minute.”
“Yeah dude,” Vulpes said,” He’s like, going to crucify us for this.”
“Should of thought of that before you went and did those S’bomb’s bro,” Anthony said as he grabbed his tool box and walked out.
Completely freaked out, Lucius and Vulpes started running around Caesar’s tent. They shoved the box of Sugar bombs in fire, sorted the throne so that it looked presentable, and tried pulling some red cloth over the spear so the tape was less noticeable. In the middle of their frantic freak-out session Caesar returned to the tent.
“What’s going on,” He asked his two out of breath men.
“Like nothing Caesar,” Lucius said.
“Yeah nothing,” Vulpes said.
Figuring nothing was wrong, Caesar sat down in his throne, only to have the broken spear, fall half way down, exposing the tape. Caesar looked at his wounded throne and stood up, locking eyes with Vuples and Lucius, and said “Where are the Sugar Bombs?”
“Whoa, bro, how did you know?” Lucius said, as Vulpes elbowed him in the side.
“This happens every time you eat that sugary swill. It wasn’t bad enough I had to make chems, stimpacks, and alcohol Illegal, you two have to start abusing sugar,” Caesar complained.
“Caesar, Bro, Bro of the broiest Bro’s, we like were totally gonna share,” Vulpes said, hoping this would save him.
“I swear,” Caesar said, sitting back down and pinching his nose to try to avoid a headache, “You two are the reason I can’t have nice things.”
The Bro's to End All Bro's (1b)
After a few minutes Anthony entered the tent with a small tool box. Setting the box on the ground, Anthony opened it; put a roll of duct tape around his wrist and a bottle of Wonder Glue between his teeth.
His voice Muffled, Anthony wiggled his fingers towards Lucius and said, “Gimme the spear.”
“Awesome Bro,” Lucius said, handing over the broken spear.
Anthony then put a dollop of Wonder Glue on the end of the broken spear, shoved it back together, and wrapped the two broken ends in a heavy coating of duct tape. Once the tape was about an inch thick, Anthony stood back and feeling satisfied, shoved his tools in his box.
“Give it like, two or three hours, then you can take the tape off,” Anthony said.
“Dude, that’s not good,” Lucius said, once again panicked, “Caesar might be back any minute.”
“Yeah dude,” Vulpes said,” He’s like, going to crucify us for this.”
“Should of thought of that before you went and did those S’bomb’s bro,” Anthony said as he grabbed his tool box and walked out.
Completely freaked out, Lucius and Vulpes started running around Caesar’s tent. They shoved the box of Sugar bombs in fire, sorted the throne so that it looked presentable, and tried pulling some red cloth over the spear so the tape was less noticeable. In the middle of their frantic freak-out session Caesar returned to the tent.
“What’s going on,” He asked his two out of breath men.
“Like nothing Caesar,” Lucius said.
“Yeah nothing,” Vulpes said.
Figuring nothing was wrong, Caesar sat down in his throne, only to have the broken spear, fall half way down, exposing the tape. Caesar looked at his wounded throne and stood up, locking eyes with Vuples and Lucius, and said “Where are the Sugar Bombs?”
“Whoa, bro, how did you know?” Lucius said, as Vulpes elbowed him in the side.
“This happens every time you eat that sugary swill. It wasn’t bad enough I had to make chems, stimpacks, and alcohol Illegal, you two have to start abusing sugar,” Caesar complained.
“Caesar, Bro, Bro of the broiest Bro’s, we like were totally gonna share,” Vulpes said, hoping this would save him.
“I swear,” Caesar said, sitting back down and pinching his nose to try to avoid a headache, “You two are the reason I can’t have nice things.”