“Screw that!” you think, your tiny Speedo mind confused by the multitude of choice.
“I came in one way, I'm goddamned going out one way! I'm a goddamned American Speedo! Not some commie scum! I graced the balls of the greatest President yet to live! I ain't going out like that!”You heft the tottering Lincoln onto your shoulder.
“Ready?” you ask, half to yourself.
“One... two... let's go, man! Keep your goddamn shotgun firing and leave the driving to me! Come on, we're gonna get you outta here!”You run as fast as the presidential weight you carry will allow you and burst through the door. The gay bar's still empty. The floor's still slick with blood. His feet dragging marks across the floor, you carry on pulling Abe across until you reach the main exit, where you stop, take a breath, ease open the door, take a peek outside.
Shit.
A squadron of cop cars is steaming down the freeway towards the crime scene; you figure you've got fifteen, maybe twenty seconds.
“Can you make it to the car, dude?” You slap Lincoln across the cheek.
“Come on, man, keep it together! One last push man, and then it's just you and me, and all you gotta do is sit there in that car and fire the damn gun. Come on!”With the President slouched low, you just manage to haul him across the twenty metres and into the squad car as the first cop squeals his tires into a skidding stop right in front. You fumble with the keys. The engine coughs. It coughs again. It – damn! The sudden impact throws you forward in the seat, the back end of the car seems to give way. Sandwiched in between the fastest two cop cars, you're trapped.
You're about to give up when a final turn of the key sends the engine exploding into life.
Name: The Angry Speedo of Lincoln
Host: Abraham Lincoln (currently abandoned)
Appearance: Presidential Stripes
Status: Right butt cheek perforated!,
Left butt cheek perforated!Items:Abilities: Mind Control Level 1,
Speech Level 1,
Speedo Telepathy!