The Raid 40,000

The night was falling, the day was dying. The last dregs of civilisation were tucked away in their boxes thanks to certain mind altering drugs. But some were not still. Some were living in the darkness using it for unnatural purposes. Jan, Fred and Engle traipsed along the street. Three people with a purpose. Engle had a yellow rubber duck with him. Every so often he would reassure it nothing nasty was going to happen to it no matter how much gun fire there might be. "Did you have to bring that Duck with you?" Asked Jan sternly.

"And leave poor Lissy home on her own? No way, she'd pine for me!"

Jan shook her head "Man you are weird. In fact, I don't even know why you live with us." She shifted her large beige handbag further up her shoulder. "Oi, Fred, why does engle live in our house?"

Fred shruggedhis large shoulders, blocking the car headlight behind them "Who cares, as long as Vigilante are paying for it."

A waffle fell from Engle's pocket and splashed into the gutter. It had a really good paddle for 30 seconds then exploded into a pile of straw hats. "You really should take some cooking lessons, Jan."

"Hrrmph." grumped Jan and continued walking.

A faint murmur of a growling sound got Jan weary "It's only me" said Engle "I'm a bit hungry"

This was quite serious sounding until I did that thing with the waffle exploding. -Derek