Keywords: Ink, Hamburger, Koala
The koalas know the Outback; they know to stay away. Chester sniffs and raises one paw, halting his army. They see the koala's face: hamburger. Bulbs blink in the alley and showcase the others. Tommy vomits; Chester slaps him. One of the bodies coughs and spasms, its blood puddling like ink from a toppled blotter. Still alive… Chester doesn't think; he runs. "Where's Joey?" he asks. "Where's my boy?" Two pulpy eyes drift toward the alley door. Time to show these bastards that koalas aren't just cute, cuddly and good for beer sales. Time to koala-up, and kick some Aussie ass.
Preview for tomorrow (and feel free to suggest your own): Bologna, Crater, Abstain