<a href="#user_topicmsgmsgdate"><br/></a><div class="floatright">(https://static1.e621.net/data/73/04/7304dc8f10fe674ae218fcb15bf72b4e.jpg)</div><strong>Meathead</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F45IckRWiHbGrf37buxSoLRk0CW4GhpKEC8bDNExUSk/edit)<br/>Hearing the warning from the speakers meat tensed, his weight now pinning the chemist to the floor as he felt the van lurch forward, an arm shielding her head. The sound of metal on metal cane to his ears as he felt the van jolt once more from an impact. His breath caught in his lungs as he waited for any other sudden movements and sighed in relief as they were rolling along at speed now. He pushed himself up to a seated position before he gently lifted their russian client off the floor and helped her to a proper seat as he settled in.