Banana Republican

I've been in West Grayside for a couple days now. It seems like a pleasant suburb. I stopped by Pole Mall the day before yesterday and stayed the night. When I awoke I noticed a friend had left his calling card. Fancy running into Mister LeGrande again! I am loving South Central Malton!

Anyhow, after a little picking through the mall and finding nada, I decided to take a bite out of yet another friend through secretive channels, The Dancing Banana. He tasted a little funny though.



But you see, like cows, bananas can be spooked. All it takes is the wrong sort of music and BAM! You've got yourself a sour banana. I followed a faint tinny sound to a sleeping young man by the name of Cobra13.



Obnoxious technology. Ipods are becoming much like cellphones and those horrid ring tones.

So I shot him.



And promptly dispatched with the horrible din.

Alas I have no bananas today. But I did manage to find a foe.

Ming the Merciless was begging me to take him on. Unfortunately for him, his bark was worse than his bite.



Alas, we have no Ming The Merciless today.



And so another villain falls upon the heap of decomposing biomatter to seek out the flesh of the living or perchance to join the queues forming in the streets that seek life once more.

This could be a whole new career move for him though.