Troll, Brad, John, BLuR, Dan, Gabe, Dana, Jim, Lori, and Catherine stand in a closely packed bunch at the corner of Green and Wright. They appear to be arguing amongst themselves.
The argument grows more intense. A few punches are thrown. A brief, but violent brawl breaks out.
Finally, Gabe breaks away from the rest. "FINE!" he shouts. "You do what you want! I'M going to Wendy's!" He marches off, in a huff.
After a few more melee rounds, the rest of the party moves off, headed for Garc's.
Gabe walks down Green Street at a fast pace. He has a pissed-off look on his face. As he passes the McDonald's, he stops for a moment. He quickly looks over his shoulder. After a moment's thought, he walks on.
As he walks, he notices something moving overhead. He peers upward, into the dark sky. What are those? They look kinda like . . . But there are no vultures in Illinois, are there?
Gabe picks up the pace a bit.
The rest of the mob stands patiently (sort of) in line at Garc's. They stare, glassy-eyed, at the walls, the floor, each other, various other customers, and anything else that presents itself. Slowly, step by step they inch their way towards the front of the line. All their dwindling brain power is firmly focused on advancing to the cash register.
Suddenly, the entire group looks up, and shouts, "GABE!" They stampede for the door, trampling foolish civilians in their mad rush!
They make a fast left turn once they reach the sidewalk, and they run like hell for Green Street.
John reaches the corner first. He pulls up short and says, "Oh, no!" There is a crowd gathered near McD's.
Bellowing the guild war cry, Troll and Brad race past the stunned MCQ. They crash through the heavy Green Street traffic with grand disregard for the Rules of the Road.
Similarly, they also crash through the horrified crowd of gawkers. Lying on the ground, gasping out his last, or nearly-last breath, is Gabe. In his hand, he holds a crumpled Big Mac wrapper. Troll cries out, "THE FIEND!" Brad puts his face in his hands. Jim says, "Dude. They made him eat McD food." "HAVE THEY NO SHAME?" exclaims BLuR.
The other members of the crowd strike melodramatic poses of terror, as befits the moment. The door of McD's opens. A nerdy looking little geek in a manager's uniform sticks his head out and tremulously demands to know what is going on. The assembled crowd gives him a dirty look. He is taken aback. "What?" he says. "W-w-what did I do?" Bystanders start throwing things at him. He retreats into the "restaurant".
Kneeling at Gabe's side, Troll looks at his companions, and says, "This enemy will stop at nothing. We can't afford to give him even the slightest opportunity to get at us."
Brad affirms him, "No one goes around alone. Ever. Not for any reason. NOBUDDY GOEZ BY THEMSELFS, SEKRIT!"
The rest of the gang solemnly agrees.
"So what do we do for food?" says John, massaging his stomach.
Dana pipes up, "Well, we lost our place in line at Garc's..."
"Zorba's isn't too full, tho." says BLuR. The now wary companions troop across the street and invade Zorba's, or Z's, or whatever the hell it's called now.
Catherine is the last one to leave. "WAIT! What about the body? Shouldn't we have a funeral, or something?"
Troll stops at the door and hollers back at her, "Get real. This is a slasher flick, not some kind of wishy-washy drama."
Catherine mutters her disgust and dashes through traffic after the soon-to-be-feeding mob.