Survival Of The Fittest

Continued from:

https://youtu.be/CTtvnuOzXm0?feature=shared

"MINIONS!" Laura bozzo shouted. The little pillmen had failed her one last time. Replacing the text from her teleprompter with minionese. A language so complex and ancient it sounded like total gibberish to most mortal men.

As they laughed and Kevin. The smartest of the group noticed her genuely angry face she barked out

"YOU DONT LEARN RIGHT!?. well I'm going to send you to a place where you will learn. Wether you like it or not..."

V69 island. 14:59 PM

*I think my quotes are where my asterisks should be. And you* "Asked a lean 17 year old as he cleaned some dirt off his kitchen knife, he was surprised he didn't fall on top of it"

"You deffinelty got them mixed up- holy shit are those the minions?!" A older girl shouted in surprise at seeing the small men emerge from the ocean. Both of them fled the beach shore as they moved towards a place safer from the known agents of chaos the minions were...


**At the AT hq**
"Who are those kids with jaundice" said Anya. Who for the uses and service of this tread acts, looks and talks like me burns from the 1989 show "the Simpsons".

"Those would be the minions sir" said one of his mooks.

"Dey alreddy kaput, bosu! No iffy, just wen-y..."

A minion said as he held his fart gun near a possible exit from the v69 island. An island that had rocks on it

((meanwhile inside the boarded up convention centre))

Jeremiah Pang was not a bad kid, not by a long shot, the bastard was just 16 and shoved right into the most stressful situation in his entire life, a matter of life and death. He breathed heavily as he found a bench not covered with grime and death leaves. Where did they come from?. No one really knew, the whole place was indoors and the only plant nearby was a somehow famished looking palm tree.

"God if you are hearing this.... Sorry for touching myself" he began to pray as best as he could, voice quivering as his sweaty, dirt filled and shaky hands touched each other by the palms. His eyes going from corner to corner like crazy, for all he knew he was alone. But what if he wasn't...

Shimmy had a weird name. Mim was a higher class accountant and dad was a youtuber. Of course she had a weird name. But that didn't matter when you were running for your life wearing a backpack varying a single big red button. She had no idea what it would do and the instruction manual was ominous as well. Only having the instruction 'press it in case of emergency,'. Her mind told her the big possibility for it to be a nuclear weapon. She didn't know it but... She had a good idea of the scope the taskforce had gained after they seized control of Isla Mujeres, México to make it into their training camp...

"ELA papa doma do pum pum" Jebidiah said, a small one eyed minion that followed Shimmy around, it wasn't much of a treath. Specially this early into the whole ordeal, ah just sighs as she puts her backpack down on a nearby bench. Watching the Texas pool in the distance "Should I... Should I press it?"