|
bonito had been knocked into another world, and jake laid there helpless in a garbage can....
|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| damn you wicht!! you brigand!! what with your dego moustache and greasy hair!! | |
 | |  |
|
 |
|
|
|
just then sirens roared, and the scent of night air came alive, it was explorer time.
|
|
|
|
 |
| | |
| i know who you are! and im james, the one and freakin only, prepare to feel the wrath of someone trained in explorer camp with the likes of jt wisnieski!! | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
the fight broke out, there was no way kyle wicht was beating that. bass riffs playing in the background, rock on tan the man.
|
|
|
|
| | |
| that was awesome james! how can i ever thank you? | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| "go on, move along there wicht, and no lip service!" its no problem jake, all in a days work for an explorer. | |
| | |
|
|
|
