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*Brian shoots through the door and hides behind a chair. That squirrel's AFTER him*

The tire starts to roll.

*Brian sits, twitching faintly. He can sense some sort of impending doom. For some strange reason he feels like he needs a fedora and a whip...*

The tire flies into the tables and hits Brian in the, in the FACE!

oooooooOOOOOOOOH!

Like he's just gonna get in a slap fight with a Goodyear.

What a horrible way to go. What happened to Brian? A tire hit him in the face.

Snicker.

Ow.

"What the hell?!" Sara leaps to her feet, coming between Brian and the tire.

Feeling faintly ridiculous she yells, "Back off! Unless you'd like to be attached to the next SUV crash-test prototype!"

The tire swivels. Menacingly.

Sara's frightened. Really. Which is why she's substituting her gun for a long field knife.

"Back. Off." she says coldly.

Mouse wanders over. "...what happened to Brian?"

"A tire hit him in the FACE!" Sara's glaring, not lowering the knife.

This tire isn't fucking around, as we like to say.

How can she say that without laughing? "... what was he doing putting his face near tires?"

*he flails*

Dude, that tyre HUNTED ME DOWN!

This tire was out for VENGEANCE.

*faintly*

By round of applause, how're you FEEEEELING?

Sara rolls her eyes. "What was a homicidal tire doing here is my question. Fuck it, you get rid of it."

Wandering away, she mutters something about there not being enough alcohol in the world to make up for this encounter.

"What a horrible way to go."

(Oh good, they're showing it again. Looklooklook.)

The tire rockets toward Mouse's FACE.

"ooooooooOOOOOH!"

Don't do that, tire! He doesn't like it when you play stupid tire games!

And the funny thing is everyone around the digital pimp, like, dove out of there, but he just sits there, like . . .

Wow. Dude. That tyre murdered Mouse.

"I don't wanna die with a tire hitting me in the goddamn face."

*Brian pets his head*

Dude, Brian's gay.