The two Road Hog flunkies grabbed ahold of Moxie while their boss made a show of hooking up her gear. You wouldn't think it looking at her, but Fogg was a damn clever gearhead and loved whipping up secret weapons and vehicles the used her noxious vapors for fuel. This particular weapon was a flamethrower that was powered by her pungent ass blasts and could fire off green flames that could burn away attackers and leave them agonized and reeking of her gas. If Moxie wasn't about to take a blast to the face, she'd be amazed by the sadistic tool.
"Whaaahhahahaha! Gonna roast your sinuses in mah stink, Sister! Say goodbye to that pretty little face of yours." Fanny grunted and flushed her personal fumes into the fuel tank, but before she could fire off a blast, Moxie raised her rancid pits at the two Hogs. Her sweaty musk staggered them and she was able to break free and duck the flatulent inferno. Agonized squeals let her know that two of Fogg's flunkies got roasted.
Before Fanny could react, Moxie snagged a good sized stone and tossed it into the head of the farthrower. The fat swine didn't catch on and tried firing off another blast, which was backed up, until-
BOMB!
Fanny was shot skyward in a rancid rocket blast that sent her careening over the horizon. A few baseball-shaped canisters with a pig head and crossbones drawn on them fell off the swine's belt and into Moxie's hands. She examined the devious devices with a devilish grin.
Item get!
You got: Gas Grenades x3
A long range blast of level 10 flatulence! Limited ammo but big blast radius!
With the big bad taken down, Moxie turned her attention to the flunkies. They were sickened, smelly and singed, but still alive. She snapped her fingers and like true cowardly minions they were at her smelly feet.
"Alright mugs, listen up! You're gonna take me straight to Beatdown Braun's fortress! Saddle up, if there any fire you're taking the bullet for your new gang leader. Let's roll!"
Moxie took the sidecar and one Hogg rolled beside her as they rolled in a mini caravan. Moxie, enjoying her ride, noticed there were a few fistfulls of low-grade gas canisters (probably the flunkie's farts) she could have fun with...
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