DUST

[Pancakes]

.:Head, Gun and 3 Raccoons:.

Tom was sitting in the bridge. Space looked awfully empty lately, as if most of the stars died out and he was stuck between galaxies, wandering in the void.
Tom muttered to himself, he wasn't joyful of this sudden phase, there wasn't much to shoot and that is pretty much all Tom does, as a Tommy-gun. Tom frowned, and using his tripod legs he moved toward the saloon, where Joe waited for him. Tom often tried to get an advice from Joe, but Joe was like a walnut. Hardened, rotting, head that couldn't even be provoked to a reaction.

Tom simply jumped out of the bulky good doctor, running away from his creator before he would notice. The Good Doctor's twitched sense of humor wouldn't let any target to reach Tom. Well, not in a condition that offered Tom any amusement or training, in his pod he managed to sneak out also Jerry, Berry and Gary the racconns, and of course his most faithful friend - Joe the head.

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BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD