10-07-2013, 04:22 PM
Monroe's coughing continued as he thought to himself: The cobra-thing had its back mostly toward him - if he could fool Drake and fight off fainting from the peppermint oil dousing long enough to reach that big, nasty-looking, wedge of glass at his foot, then maybe....
Hank had provided the distraction Monroe needed; he half-faked a swooning fall toward the shard, then with his last hold on consciousness, grabbed the weapon and leapt up to bury it deep into Drake's shoulder. The last thought he had before surrendering to the blackness rushing in to enfold him was "where's a mongoose when you need one."
Hank had provided the distraction Monroe needed; he half-faked a swooning fall toward the shard, then with his last hold on consciousness, grabbed the weapon and leapt up to bury it deep into Drake's shoulder. The last thought he had before surrendering to the blackness rushing in to enfold him was "where's a mongoose when you need one."
"The only thing that will redeem mankind is cooperation." Bertrand Russell - printed on a beer mat in "Shaun of The Dead".