The Grand Adventures of Daisy Donnie

A tinny funeral dirge began to play.
‘Doesn’t look good Donnie,’ said Freddy.
Donnie’s hand hovered over his groin, then he heard a high pitched whirring. It sounded like a drill.
‘Guards,’ yelled Freddy. ‘Security breach! Shoot that bastard!’
The doors toppled inwards, the result of a good kick, and there stood Donnie’s rescuer.
‘Achtung!!’ screamed Fritz the German, dressed [...]

He groaned feeling like his head was the victim of a friendly-fire incident and instinctively felt between his legs.
‘Ewww,’ he exclaimed with Daisy’s voice which had a tone in the lower-levels of revulsion and shook the liquid from her hand, ensuring it was as far away as anatomically possible.
She reached out with her other hand [...]

Elvis snorted derision, which got him a pointed look from Freddy.
‘We’re clear,’ called-out the Floor Manager.
‘Right, you fuckin’ bastard,’ said Freddy furiously, stepping closer to The King. ‘Why now? Why’d you bring her here?’
Elvis met Freddy’s gaze and the air fairly crackled between them.
‘I smell a bloody rat you over-popular prick,’ said Freddy. ‘You want [...]

He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. Satisfied, he opened his eyes. They focussed finally and unfortunately they were pointing at a television screen, high in the corner of the room, a room that turned out to be a shop, a shop that turned out to be a burger bar. [...]