Ok but Jonmartin stealing a Breekon&Hope delivery van and mad maxing it through the fearscape recruiting all the avatars who are not super into this either.
"Jude, we talked about this, roll down the window when you want to smoke"
Martin, from the passenger seat: um... so, so does anyone want any snacks or-or something-
Jon: that arent people
Martin: that arent people, yes
Jon: ...Jared? What did you just absorb?
Jared: ...................spine
Jon: whose
Jared: mine now
Jon: whose was it before
Jared: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Max Mustermann [slowly sliding out from under the seat belt and into the floorboard]: wheeeee haha no it’s cool I’ll grow a new one later
Listen it’s been a whole day and I can’t stop cackling over the idea of Jared Boneturner and Musty Max being Fearpocalypse Van Bros and grossing everyone else in the van out with their freaky Silent Hill bullshit and at some point Jon and Martin hearing, from the back of the van...
Max: uh. hm. I don’t think I’m doing this right.
Jared: lemme see.
*gross boneturning noises*
Everyone else in the van: *eyes forward, no reaction, they know Jared thinks it‘s funny to get a rise out of them and they are not going to give him the satisfaction*
Jared: yeah, you got too many vertebrae.
Max: ...are you sure?
Jared: yeah, s’posed to be 33. See, like--hey miss, lemme borrow your--
Daisy: *lupine growling*
Jared: what, I’ll give it right ba--
Daisy: *bass boosted lupine growling*
Jared: yeah all right fair enough
Max: weird, I thought Dr. Elliot said 35? Then again... I don’t think he was feeling well the day we did bones so maybe he got mixed up. Hey, Archivi--
Jon: *pained beholding noises* thirty three
Max: ok cool thanks :D
Jared: you want this back or
Max: nah, I’ll just start over
Jared: k.
*more gross bone noises*
Jude *lights cigarette*: as soon as this is over I am going to kill everyone in this van



















