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Game was bored out of his mind.
Sure, he understood why they were going on a sudden roadtrip— Well, he didn't, actually, but it was probably a good reason— but still! He didn't understand why no one wanted to talk!
Blitz didn't want to talk at all.
Shank was driving, so Game really didn't want to distract him.
And Rox… Rox was just an asshole. Game really didn't want to talk to him.
So, he was playing on his guitar—(he didn't want to stay still), and sight-seeing.
During his sight-seeing, he saw a country buffet. And-
Wait, a buffet?
… He was hungry…
Eh. Might as well ask. What's the worst that could happen?
"Hey, Shank?"
Nothing.
"Hey, Shaaaank??" He patted Shank on the shoulder.
"Shank, I'm hungry-" He was interrupted, (very rudely, by the way) by Rox shoving a guitar into his face.
"Well, go ahead and munch on my guitar then," Rox stated, out of annoyance, before adding, "Then you can write a song about it!"
Game just stared at him, dumbfounded. Rox raised an eyebrow as if he was the weird one for not wanting to eat a damn guitar.
The audacity- Wait. Did Shank not even hear him???
Game just wants to eat. "SHANK!!!" He yelled, loud enough for Blitz to cover his ears so Shank has to have heard him now.
"Mate, I hear you," Shank responded reluctantly. Finally. "What. Do you want to eat then?"
Rox had a suggestion because of course he did, "Hey, can we go for fish and chips?" Game doesn't like seafood. Rox knew he didn't like seafood. But he was also getting on Rox's nerves, so fair's fair.
"Fish and chips?" Shank glanced at the backseat. Doesn't look like they hate the suggestion atleast. "Who here likes fish and chips?" Shank himself would prefer something else, but if they start whining, he will probably end up murdering everyone in this bloody car and then himself. That's typically how everything goes anyway.
"Game loves fish and chips," Rox says, with a smirk on his face. It was a lie, but he doesn't really care. Why would he be? Blitz would go for whatever anyways, so Shank, most likely, won't ask.
In the end, none of their opinions mattered, as Shank saw the billboard that started this whole fiasco,
"FISH N CHIPS SPECIAL
99¢ PER PLATE!"
He muttered a quiet "Huh.", under his breath. Fish and chips it was, then.
"Hey, Wait a minute, no i d-" Game tried to protest, but Rox quickly slapped a hand over his mouth. "Game loves fish and chips." He mocked with the same insufferable grin.
Game could bite his hand. Or lick it. Make the purple cat disgusted. But they were probably already going to buy some disgusting seafood anyway, so it didn't matter.
Shank let out a cough to bring attention to himself, and Game, muffled, said, "this is bullshi-" to which he was cut off–
"Everyone raise hands in favor of fish and chips," Shank said, he knew everyone would raise their paws up, but might as well ask, just in case. Not like he cared.
"Rox." The purple cat lifted his hand, with a not-so-friendly grin.
"Blitz." Lifted his hand as well, with a friendlier smile.
"Game?" Rox lifted Game's hand. This was bullshit. Game was not happy.
"Alright then, fish and chips it is." Shank was pleased with this outcome, (though he didn't look like it, that's just him), if only because of the fact that fish and chips were cheap.
Blitz moved closer to Game, he's about to start rambling, Isn't he? "Fish is good for you, you know? Rich in calcium! And a good source of vitamin C and iron-" There it was. Well, then he got interrupted by, funnily enough, an iron to the head. What's with it with this gang where no one is allowed to finish their damn sentences.
"What did I do??" Blitz asked, confused, and disoriented, an iron to the head hurts a lot more than he thought it would have. And he was hit by an angry Game who wasn't having it.
"Cause I wanted to go to the country buffet, but now y’all worried about that dangon seafood! Rox *knows* I don't like seafood!" Game protested, and Blitz's confusion didn't falter.
"Okay, but what did I do??" Blitz asked, again, not disoriented this time, but certainly still confused.
"Hey, but that's a bit ironic for you, ain't it lad?" Rox, seemingly, asked genuinely. No one can tell at this point.
"What's that supposed to mean?" If that purple asshole makes a joke out of this right now–
"Well, you eat all the food you see, don't ya?" He said with that same grin, before chuckling to himself. Such a prick.
Blitz also let out a heh, the audacity! "That's a good one."
"That wasn't even funny."
Shank hates this band. At least he doesn't have to wonder what his hypothetical kids will be like in the future because of these feral cats that practically already act like children. Not in an endearing way.
Game hit Rox over the head with his guitar. Rox tried to stand up before just passing out anyways. Deserved.
Shank just gave an unimpressed look. These animals fighting over nothing again.
"Ooh, he'll feel that tomorrow" Blitz retorted, like he gave a shit for a second.
Game was still hungry, and he still had the guitar, so...
"Ah, dangon it." He took a bite out of it. The guitar. Don't judge it ‘til ya try it because it was surprisingly good!
Shank sighed, "I can't take you lot anywhere no more..." Okay, old man.
Blitz didn't hear him, or just didn't care, probably both, "Hey, sharing is caring, you know-" He argued with the guitar eater, "No, it's not." Game spoke with a mouthful.
Blitz tries to eat the guitar anyway— "Give me!", —much to Game's dismay, —"No, Blitz! Get your own!" No fair.
"Okay, if you three don't shut up and behave, I'm gonna take this BLOODY CAR—" Shank turned around to face Game and Blitz, (while driving, ladies and gentlemen), who clutched each other tightly because the car was approaching a lamp post. Fast.
"—AND RAM IT INTO A-"
...
'Ow...'
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Well, shit.
An officer— Russell?— found them immediately. Not hard to do because of that crash. So after an, unsuccessful, attempt to run away made by the stars, Game and Blitz, they were handcuffed. Unfortunate.
"All right, let's see here..." The dog of the law glared at the band as he began jotting things down in a notebook. "We got reckless driving, driving with no seatbelt, destruction of public property and resisting arrest," Game and Blitz shared a look at that last one.
"What other charges are you lads aiming for next?" The officer sounded tired as hell, and Shank couldn't blame him. He didn't get paid enough for this.
"Can't possibly be anymore daft than that!" Rox snarked, hopefully no one opens their mouth— "Hehe, yeah, might aswell get charged with something like an -a-, an i-u… a... d-u-i...?" Game started coughing after the last bit, before trying again. He'll get it, just give him a second.
"Yeah, good thing we don't drink," Blitz seemed realize something, "wait a minute-"
"Ooh, what have we here?" Shit. The officer found them. "Possession of not one, but two opened containers of alcohol in the vehicle," both Shank and Blitz glared at a guilty Rox, who at least had the decency to look ashamed. Surprisingly.
"Well, congratulations, boys, you passed the exam." The officer stated, looking strangely smug. Giving out tickets was probably one of his favorite things ever.
"Dee-you-ey-" Game is still going? Well, not after Shank kicked him in the face, ow. He pouted before turning to him, "Ow! I almost had it that time, now I got to start all over!... dee-you-... e?..." Everyone promptly passed the fuck out, or something, while everyone's favorite dumbass,Game, had no clue how to say DUI, "aw to dangon heck with it.-"
You'd think he would know by now with however many the cat gang has gotten in the past...
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They were all in the same cell —for convenience, probably, most likely— so they were all seemingly trying to get out. Well, Blitz was atleast, Shank and Rox were just keeping watch.
Game was starving, he looked over and saw the guard outside —who was sleeping?? He had a chicken wing or leg, whatever, on his desk. So as expected, Game took it—! and ended up waking up the guard. Great work.
Rox saw that the guard woke up, and proceeded to cover the hole with the mattress they had in the cell— while Blitz was still inside. He hit Blitz on the head, but he's fiiineee, relatively. Minor concussion, who cares.
After a little while, Blitz was pretty much done with the digging, and they were crawling in the tunnel. He didn't know where it led, but he'll figure it out eventually! It was dark as hell though, so Rox bumped into Shank, and Game bumped into Rox. Like little dumbass dominoes.
Game now had a… metal thing behind his ear?? Probably gotten it from digging around. It was flammable though, so Rox, as any reasonable person would, lit it on fire. Somehow. Just don't question it.
Anyway, now they did have light! Well, only for like second before Game sneezed and the light went out, making the cave darker than it was before. How the hell? The only things visible were their feline eyes, and all of them were glaring at Game.
They eventually ended up on the surface after another 5 minutes, it probably should've taken longer to get outside, to be honest, but it's probably fine.
They ended up coming out of the ditch, yay! Which was dug up right Infront of the police guard.
Damnit.
"Wait, aren't you guys th-"
The cats ran out the door in a flash. Leaving the dog a little confused and bewildered.