# Ch.55: Sunrise
Continuing where we left off, a certain bunny laid on the floor.
F6&K321: Is he fine?
K321: I-I mean, I can share.
Z: Yes, he is fine. Probably.
G: I think we all had our words, so let's not postpone things anymore.
Guy pushed the BRGAB on the nearby desk.
Immediately after that, the world started to violently crack.
Z: The system was not designed to ever shut down, so things may get turbulent.
G: Just relax, alright? You're going to be fine.
F4: Ok, I'll try. Breathe in, breathe out. *inhale*
F2: It was a fun time, bye bye!
F5: See you.
23: Wait wait, do I have to make some kind of funny one line-
The realm shattered to pieces, and their bodies dissolved in the ether.
...
The terror trio woke up, peeling off a thin coat of brittle black clay.
G: Ah!
Z: We are back.
J: *yawn* I had this marvelous dream...
Z: It definitely happened, Jack.
J: What? ...Oh, we are still alive!
Z: Yep. We still have the bullet holes on our clothes,
but I see none on our organs.
J: Ahhh, It's a good thing to know we succeeded.
G: Totally. Any ideas on what to do now?
Z: Well, the technology behind these machines is quite interesting.
It could be used for immortality, time dilation, teleportation,
and a plethora of other things. I say we should keep them.
G: No, these machines are evil. We should destroy them.
...
J&Z&G: Hahaha!
J: Oh, that was a good one.
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G: You know, when you say it like that,
it's kinda amazing just how much effort they
put into using this stuff the wrong way.
Z: Yes, absolutely.
Z: Also, it seems like those guards are still deader than a doornail.
J: Well, they did bleed out a while ago,
and I did make sure that no 'security' would be able to guard their own drool.
G: Dude!
J: Hey, they knew the occupational hazards.
They went to the up the elevator, where the employees were still tied up.
G: Hello guys, again.
Z: We killed your bosses, which according to your customs,
probably means we are your bosses now.
J: And you're fired!
The same worker raised his hand.
W: Wait, what? I'm an office worker?
Z: Well, not anymore.
W: Wasn't I doing...? Uhhh, wait I think there was this other thing...
J: Get out of my office!
W: Yes sir!
W: ...Could you untie us first?
After that, the blokes were wandering another part of the compound.
Z: So, according to this manifest,
this part of the building was used to store certain "classical items."
G: Hey, there's a car that way!
Indeed. It was a 1960 Imperial Crown much like Rockefeller's,
except that it had been retrofitted with an aluminium body,
a supercharged 426 Max Wedge, and a steering wheel on the RIGHT side.
Or in American terms,
"A faav gallon per mile beast for guys with a small dick".
Jack was already on the driver's seat,
but he soon realized that he couldn't see out of the car.
J: Uhmm, a little help here?
After filling the tank with petrol (Or gas since it was American),
Guy got to drive this time, while Jack and Zack sat behind.
G: You know, I feel bad for all those poor souls.
Z: I also would, if they did not have it coming for so long.
At least Jack filled all digital devices with copies of his text.
G: You what?
J: Hehe.
G: Well, at least nobody will have excuses now. Or reasons to live.
...We should probably go pick up Katia.
J: Hey, a hundred kilometres is still a long way.
How about we take a tiny detour and visit our
world-beloved Kickerpupper Veggietales?
Z: We could definitely do with some car parts. Or a better car.
G: Well, it's barely the morning of... What day is it?
Z: Sunday. One day has passed.
G: Huh. Well then, we do have some time.
J: Plenty of time.
And so, after destroying everything destroyable and then some,
Into the sunrise, victorious the crazy bastards rode.
Good or bad, that is for you to decide.
If you still can.
THE END.