*Blink*
That's all Will can do at what just happened. Goldstar had shot the toy that was talking.
It had blown to pieces.
And it's STILL talking!
"Well, I was fine, before that happened," Will said, his eyes now on the broken apart doll that had talked. Jeez, that was creepy!
"I'll get the jacks-o-doom. You two figure out how to kill the plastic zombie-thingy" Will says as he flies forward in a blur, moving quickly to get all the razor jacks. He'll also try for the bouncy balls, but Wills now worried those will suck as bad as the rocket horsie.
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