Post by Killer on May 19, 2003 21:56:58 GMT -5
Killer's eyes widen in an expression of sheer terror at the red stains on Ruby's fur. He backs away, clamping a paw over his mouth as his complexion takes on a peculiar shade of green. He looks away quickly, then gets a bit indignant as he hears her comment.
"Well, why wouldn't stuff be under control?" he demands, though never looking at her as he has no desire to see blood again, "You think I'm that chaotic and disorganized?"
Growling, he stuffs his tools back in the duffel bag and slings it over his back, following Hedge and the pack of liberated dogs through the door to the office. Hedge's warning comes a little too late as Killer has already noticed the human lying in plain sight. He gasps and reels back, turning green again and looking like he might pass out, but then something occurs to him...a certain scent.
"That smells like...like..." he dares to go closer to the motionless human, sniffing, "Ketchup?"
He hesitantly sticks a paw in the red stuff and smells it. To his relief, it is ketchup all over the unconscious human. A broken bottle that used to contain it lying near the man's head is a tell-tale sign of how Ruby handled him.
"Well...heh...that's a relief," he sighs, still recovering, "For a minute, I thought it was...ugh...eh-heh..."
As a little insurance, Killer pauses to tie the human's shoelaces together, then he tangles one of those spikey choke chains around his wrists. He starts to leave with the others, then quickly turns back to snatch the man's submarine sandwich off the desk along with a box of doughnuts. No sense leaving them to go stale while Mr. Wart Nose is off in la-la land, right?
"Well, why wouldn't stuff be under control?" he demands, though never looking at her as he has no desire to see blood again, "You think I'm that chaotic and disorganized?"
Growling, he stuffs his tools back in the duffel bag and slings it over his back, following Hedge and the pack of liberated dogs through the door to the office. Hedge's warning comes a little too late as Killer has already noticed the human lying in plain sight. He gasps and reels back, turning green again and looking like he might pass out, but then something occurs to him...a certain scent.
"That smells like...like..." he dares to go closer to the motionless human, sniffing, "Ketchup?"
He hesitantly sticks a paw in the red stuff and smells it. To his relief, it is ketchup all over the unconscious human. A broken bottle that used to contain it lying near the man's head is a tell-tale sign of how Ruby handled him.
"Well...heh...that's a relief," he sighs, still recovering, "For a minute, I thought it was...ugh...eh-heh..."
As a little insurance, Killer pauses to tie the human's shoelaces together, then he tangles one of those spikey choke chains around his wrists. He starts to leave with the others, then quickly turns back to snatch the man's submarine sandwich off the desk along with a box of doughnuts. No sense leaving them to go stale while Mr. Wart Nose is off in la-la land, right?