''Wait! Don't shoot! I have Coffee and Choclate pancakes!''

*the APC would suddenly stop and reverse to you*

''Uh..... latte or cappachino?''

* the soldier with the skull mask would open the hatch* the soldier: cappachino pls

"Uh, would you like me to misspell your name on the side of the cup?"

Drain: *Looks out a window* Took them long enough *He pulls over a box of pipe bombs*

*the apc would drive straight to the grocery store only fireing when fired upon*

Drain *He takes out a homemade launcher and launches pipe bombs at the APC*

*the apc would speed up to evade with the grocery store seeming to be its objective*

*He detonates IEDs in the APCs path*

* it would serve off the road to get away from the IED’s*

Jack: WHAT THE F**K! * BOOM! I get blown back into the wall * what is happening?..

*The dude shown under the guns would be making a run for the grocery store with the vehicle shown below him*

Jack:....WE ARE GETTING RAIDED!? WHY?! * I get up * F**KING SICK OF THIS SHIT!*I grab my own gun and begin contemplating* If I die, I get what I wanted, If I don't those f**kers are...it is a win win...* I begin running for the store*

* the guy would jump out and barrel for the bread aisle then the peanut butter and jelly,milk,cereal,medical,ammo,and more food aisles*

Jack: HEY, THE F**K YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?

The soldier: uhhh gathering supplies so me and my buddy dont die?

Jack:....*puts gun to the side of his body*....don't die from what? What army are you from...

The soldier: what kind of drugs? The house we can put on war damage fees but these drug's

Jack: you know the usual for your typical werewolf to help deal with hallucinations such as weed, meth, lsd, and a LOT of stamps..

The soldier: you realize those are illegal here right ?

Jack: you think that I give a shit? I literally kill people and have been tormented with a mind breaking curse for seven years...I don't give a shit about the rules anymore, I give a shit about the morals...something I am constantly reminded of. Now are you going to pay for my "meds" or not?

The soldier: uh we are from a small island nation that is American but we had orders to proceed here and commander supplies but we lost over half of our forces and me and my buddy ran out of food and water a day ago we tried to get food peacefully but.. you're police just shot at us when we provided proper ID’s to them

Jack: .....MOTHER F**K!....I wanted to die today ....but honorably....damn....Well you blew up the front half of my house and that had all of my drugs ...you gonna pay for that?

The soldier: hol’ up . come again?

Jack: You blew up my house and my drugs, are you gonna pay for them?

The soldier: ok ok chill ill pay for youre house but i cant pay for you're meds

Jack: bitch I am broke as f**k I can't pay for another round of drugs...here...I may be useful in the battle field so give me sufficient alcohol and I will be of use one way or another..

The soldier: i think we have a crate of russian vodka on the APC please just use that

Jack: ok...where are you fighting right now ..

The soldier: uh the sarge is dead its just me and my buddy

Jack:....just take me...I will be a good tool...

The soldier: i do not know we just got told to go here and obtain supplies*

Jack:......shit...well take me back to your camp I don't give a flying f**k on what the sarge thinks, need to make my violence helpful one way or another...

*the soldier would raid the medicine with no hesitancy on needed medacines*

Jack: * loads all of the food* LETS GO!

The soldier: ok go go

* i begin getting canned goods and other things with long shelf lives, I even saw dehydrated icecream..I got that without a second thought*

The soldier: ok then

Jack: let's go then!

The soldier: well you you can start by grabbing Essential supplies

Jack: well...the medical section is down the aisle and to the right, I'll get the food

bob: (sigh) this is why god gave us these.. (throws 3 C4s at the tank)

*The tanks operator would pop out and fire his LMG trying to drive you off*

bob: AWW SHI- (he runs to his basement grabbing his M23 and starts firing it at the tanks muzzle trying to get it to blow up)

*the tank would accelerate to get away moving with the APC towards the grocery store*

bob: NOT THE GROCCERY STORE ( he hopped onto his car, driving towards the tank and keep shooting at it)

*the tank would rotate its gun and directly impact the cars engine block with surgical precision to not hurt you're OC*

bob: how the hell did that not kill me..? ( he runs ontop of the tank and opens the hatchet)

*a Minecraft looking fist would sock you right in the face just below the nose*

bob: what the- (in his mind, he thinks hes dreaming but he looks in again)

*The figure in the tank would be pointing the shown pistol and say*: try me b*tch

bob: (smacks his pistol easily because of his blocky hand structure) wait.. HAHAHAHA (starts laughing on the floor because of his cubid body and minecraft pixely stuff)

*the figure would give one helluva left hook to you're OC’s jaw*