"NO, God damn it!" I yelled like an adult Eric Cartman. "I will not give you one of my sweet sexy guns!"

She tried explaining to me that holding two AR-15's the way I was holding them was not only irrational and irresponsible,  it would downright diminish all aiming capability, and seeing as I don't know how to use the guns whatsoever in the first place, I should let her have one in case we needed to use it.

I told her no and flipped her the bird.

She slapped me fairly hard with her backhand, and I then bravely decided to let her have one, as a single tear rolled down my newly reddened cheek.

Shut up I WAS brave, you don't even know.

Athena began telling us her plan. We would climb out of the window and into the fire escape with me in front to cover them, and she awarded me with the title of Cannon Fodder. I like the title name, sounds badass.

I walked out into the fire escape and began climbing down the ladder, while the others followed. That's right, they followed ME. we made it all the way down to the 2nd floor when suddenly some shots rang out from the floor below us and above us; we were surrounded!

I bravely picked up one of the children and placed them in front of me, but was then quickly slapped in the back of my head by that rude jerk Athena, who then told us to jump into a window she was pointing at, all the while looking at me with a tinged look of disgust.

Hate on, hater.

Inside we entered a Judge's chamber room, and noticed that the judge who occupied this room was missing part of his face, as it was shot off. I chuckled. This time everyone looked at me with disgust. I really need to remember to look for a therapist after this.

Inside, we also found an elderly lady. She seemed nice.

Until she talked.

"pssshhh... Da fuck y'all want?" she said, with a snarl.

"Oh damn, snap yo." I said, once again showing my age.

Athena introduced the group individually by name, instead of what I suggested calling us earlier while planning our escape: The Joey Joe crew. Yeah, fine, whatever.

"Man," the old lady began, "I was about to talk to the judge about reducing my sentence for cashing bad checks at the wals-mart, when suddenly some asshole in a dog mask walked in & straight up blasted the judge's face off. then that shooter son of a bitch looked at me and said... 'meh, you'll be dead soon anyways.' and left my ass here. Can you believe that shit?"

"Well, you ARE pretty old looking..." I started. She cut me off with a mean old lady grin. Those are the worst grins. I almost cried.

Athena asked her "did he say who he was?"

The old lady answered, "He called himself... THE MANIAC.....................................................................oh also," she continued, "my name is Agatha. So rude that no one bothered asking. Y'all need Jesus."