Talk:The Cyber Games (RP)/@comment-26821750-20150708071649

Jesus gasped for air as Pooptosser scrambled around, trying his best to save him. A package fell near him. The antidote Jesus ordered. Pooptosser gently removed the gas mask and poured the antidote into Jesus' mouth. It tasted like crap, not gonna lie. Jesus' fits of distress ceased, though he was obviously still weakened. As several DoomKittens appeared, Pooptosser growled (somehow) before slinging Jesus over his shoulder once again, and carried him into a nearby tree, the vibrating sword still held by the monkey's tail.