I Mean They ARE Pretty Scary

I mean…… they ARE pretty scary 

*the scavengers are getting into the ship*

Crankcase: I’m driving.

Spinister, out of view: Shotgun!

Misfire, turning to face Spinister: Aww! But you had it on the way here-

Everyone except Spinister: WOAH-

Spinister, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat! *Pumps gun*

Fulcrum: You... you really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Crankcase: Several traffic violations.

Spinister: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Misfire: Roughly... thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Krok: Also, that’s not our ship.

Fulcrum: Misfire and Spinister are screaming outside, don’t you think you should do something?

Krok: You’re right, I should.

Krok: *Closes the window*

He’s still a few sandwiches short of a picnic, but at least he knows what all’s in the basket now.

they’ve done this. i know they’ve done this