Operation: KYLE

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He gestures with his fingers, signaling with his three fingers? A countdown? ... Is he gonna fucking gonna try to knock the robber out with the door? ... Agh, fuck, it's better than nothing. I confirmed him with a nod, and put my whole body and weight against the door. I glance down at his fingers, sweating, I'm struggling to breathe."One, two..." He puts down the last finger. "Three!" He unlocked the door, and swung the door open with all his might, while I pushed my whole body weight against the door with my eyes tightly closed, causing to create a deafening ass noise that echoed across the bathroom that I could hardly feel the vibration from both of the sound, and from the guy as we clocked him. Shit, that was so loud...

I glance down at the lying feet. Did we do it? I move the door out of the way as I got closer to the lying body. Butters comes put of the stall with a defensive stance as he kept his distance, side-eyeing me while doing so. His breath hitches. "D-did we do it?" He whimpered out. "Ack! You idiot! You're gonna jinx us!" We heard some shuffling from the ground along with some dreadful moaning. "See? Now you brought him back to life!" "Oh, s-shit!" "Okay, okay! Uh- grab his guns, and knock him out with it!" He pauses while pulling out two guns out of the guy's pockets. "W-what? Do I shoot him?" "No, just- give me a gun!" He does what he's told, and hands me one of the guy's gun in a rush. I crutch down besides the man, tilted the gun in my hand, and instantaneously struck the guy's head with the grip of the gun so fast, I couldn't even tell if I missed or not, but the groans that cannot be heard from the floor confirms it. He's definitely unconscious. Nothing can be heard except for the sounds of our heavy breathing.

"Did... is, is he unconsc-" "Uhp. No." He quickly stopped his words. "Do not even think about finishing that sentence, Butters, or I swear to God, I'll knock you out with this gun myself." Wow, I sounded like Cartman just now. He nods his head in a flash, still holding one of the guns. I let out a brash sigh without warning, causing Butters to jump. After what felt like an eternity, we finally settled down, catching both of our breaths. "S-so... what now?" He choked out. There was a pause between us for a few seconds. I eventually looked up to take a small glimpse of Butters' face, he was pale as hell, he certainly looked like he calmed down, but you could still see his chest bopping up, and down from the lack of breaths, and his now messy hair that used to looked neat was soiled. "What do you think we should do?" I insinuated. His eyes went round, his expression was screaming 'dumb-founded' as he registered on what I just said. The corners of his mouth quirked up as he gawked. Then, his eyes flashes. "W-well..."

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"You know, I'm starting to have second thoughts. I think this is a terrible idea." "Y-you know, Kyle, no offense, bu- but you always have second thoughts. It- it kinda makes you look like... like, a pussy." "You're starting to piss me off, so, shut the fuck up if you don't want your ass to get beaten." "A-awh, c'mon, fella! W-where's y-your can-do attitude from earlier?" "He left. A while, for now." "Come on, Kyle! It'll all b-be over in a flash! We'll b-be heroes for saving the d-day, and- oh! And we can have some ice cream after this to celebrate our victory, and my parents won't gr- ground me! ... Hopefully!" I wince at his blabbering. "Butters." "Y-yeah?" He wondered. "Stop talking." "Yes, sir. Talking stopped." He motioned zipping his lips. I scoff back in a joking manner, earning a chuckle out of both of us. As I processed on what the heck I was doing, I abruptly shook my head, and cleared my throat, feeling embarrassed of myself for being easily distracted as I felt my ears getting warm. What the hell am I doing?

"Ahem. Anyway, where do we shoot first?" I inquire. For now, Butters' plan is to distract the lackeys by making a noise with our guns, and lure them away from the boss. And if that comes out successful, we hold the boss gun point, and demand his underlings to surrender. Easy, right? That's what Butters says. Easy, my ass. We're even lucky if we even somehow manage to lure those guys away, and what if the boss goes along with them, instead of staying in one place? That'll be a problem. And aside from that, I also haven't even fully recovered from my headache, yet! I mean, sure- it feels much better than before, but it still lingering around! And what if I randomly get a nose bleed, again? That will also be a fucking pain in my ass, especially.