"Randy, I know you're eager, but listen! The Gravy Fries are here!" Howard screamed in his face. "Gravy Fries, I'm telling you!"

Randy wiped Howard's saliva off his face, gagging. "Uh, no. That wasn't what I wasn't expecting or trying to tell you. What I've been trying to tell you is—"

"What could be more important than Gravy Fries?" Howard pressed, knowing his best friend's love of the unhealthy snacks. Randy stared at him, reluctant to spill it.

Randy scratched his head. "Uh… Listen. Howard. There's something big I gotta tell you, and it's—"

"HOLD IT!" Howard clamped his mouth shut. Again, Randy was reminded on why everyone else claimed the Ginger was obnoxious and intolerable. Howard waved his finger like he was telling a child off, if the child hadn't kicked his groin and run away laughing yet. "Cunningham, you are pretty hard to deal with today. So! I will be driving you, a swe-ee-et bargain. What'da say?"

Randy looked around, feeling anxious of the situation. He's been trying to tell Howard about the grim situation, but of course, he keeps shutting him out. This is getting rather annoying.

"Howard!" he shouted. "Stop! This is serious. Listen to me— why the cheese are you stuffing books in your underwear?"

The Ginger stared at him like he was the crazy one, not him. "Yes, Cunningham? And could you like, help me with these books? I just need to get them in here."

"Never. Ew. That is disgusting." Randy crossed his arms. "Howard, what I'm trying to say is—"

"MONSTER ATTACK!" Bucky sprinted towards them, an entire colony of robo-apes stampeding. Ape-peding? Works for him.

Howard groaned amd glared at Cunningham. "Great. Ninja o'clock, am I right?"

Randy looked around and dived in a random locker, despite the putrid smells of rotten milk. He slid on the mask naturally and he was the Norrisville Ninja. Three years ago, he was chosen to be the Ninja defending this city. The city had escalated to the honkin' entire South East Asia.

"We'll get back to this convo later," he promised from inside the locker, gagging from the smell. If he gets a choice between Howard's spit and this locker, he would choose the locker in a heart beat. Seriously, Howard's spit is sh'nasty.

"Smoke Bomb!"

One last battle for Good.