“Don't examine it,” Sargent T Williams barked at Jack as the guy acted all shocked the door was unlocked. After all the van apparently looked like something straight out of Scooby Doo, good for size and strength, who would lock it and who would take it? Nobody made vans like this anymore and this thing was the closest to an armored car the three were gonna get next to stealing a Gray Hound Bus. “Shut up and quit bitching,” Williams then yelled at Brittany Bubblegum, the cheerleader who happened upon the group just a little while ago. The dead dog was ignorable, the least of things Williams had ever seen. “If you wanna end up as dead as Fido, keep fucking complaining.” Though it was curious the girl knew what a mens locker-room smelled like. Probably because the girl was a slut.<br/><br/>As the three piled into the van and Williams shouted at Jack to hurry his ass up and start the damn van, fleas started to pull further away than they had before. Before very long, the world around the three inside their brightly colored van was very quiet; the calm before the storm; the shit-storm that was. Soon the ground shook, and then it shook again except this time the van bounced slightly off the ground. “The fuck you doing?” Williams was blaming Jack for the shaking.<br/><br/>With a crash a giant furry and inset leg landed hard outside of the cheerleader's window. The fur standing high and the leg as thick as a giant oak tree, if not larger, and soon two more were followed and then the ground shaking stopped. Outside of the van was now a very large flea the size of a three story building standing slightly over and to the side. The beast let out a roar that didn't even fit anything any insect on earth could ever do, this was like a large lion or something else big with giant teeth that was a hunter and didn't fuck around. Maybe like an Elephant, a trumpet to sound the rest of his buddies he had the pray right where he wanted them.<br/><br/>Jack needed to get things moving and, though doubtful, Britney should try and keep her calm. Williams, however, was gripping both his weapons very closely; waiting for what he knew was going to happen next.