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They don't make getaway vans like they used to...
"BBBRRRRBRBRBRBRBRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!!!!!!"
The alarm was loud, ringing at a decibal volume that was painful to listen to, but with a single flurry of bullets fired from his sub-machine gun the alarm was silenced from its repetitively loud existance. Their cover had been blown, and their carefully sketched out and heavily elaborated plan was foiled. Over a rigorous course of several hours of carefully running back and forth between heavily guarded checkpoints, putting various guards of high-end security to 'sleep' in as stealthy and non-lethal of a way as they possibly could, and all of it had been ruined in one single and fell swoop.
'But what? What could have alerted someone to pull the switch that activated the alarm?' thought the dragon in his finely stitched and heavily oversized XXXXL suit, tux, and dress slacks as he slung a pair of duffel bags over his shoulders. He would huff and puff with loudly breathing pants of exhaustion and desperation, bashing through any and all obstacles that opposed him such as guards that were just now becoming aware that a robbery was in process. With every trigger pull from his trusty SMG another bullet would fire out, keen with his marksman skills they'd hit their target in a non-lethal location, just enough that they could be knocked out or momentarily paralyzed. They weren't your casual kind of bullet but rather a specially handcrafted brew with paralysis in mind over that of instant and gory blood splatter.
Finally, the rotund and heavily obese dragon of cerulean blue skin and bloated fat cheeks with a cheesy heister's clown mask had escaped. The sound of radio static and intensely tribal drum beats with surprisingly well-made dubstep and sick beats filled a conveniently nearby radio, and with it playing as the squadron of security guards and now the mobilizing police units approached closer with every dramatic second... the dragon had arrived at the location of where he'd been storing his hoard of over 2.8 million dollars worth of carefully heisted money in a multitude of duffel bags.
Before him was the sight of his heisting partner, a significantly fatter and much more morbidly obese blob of lard and girth that could be seen not only spilling out of the wide-open back doors of the escape van, but had fully destroyed both the front and back axels of the van's suspension system!
The entire metal frame was touching the asphalt, the tires were popped and losing air fast, the very walls of the metal sides of the entire vehicle were coming apart at the screws and bolts that held it fastened together internally... and the duffel bags, oh dear god, the duffel bags of M-O-N-E-Y. They were gone, all twenty-two of them that had been carefully captured and hauled out for hours on end were now missing and gone. The dragon removed looked at his incredibly, horrifically morbidly obese BLOB of a partner in crime and just stared at the mess of flab and obesity that he'd become.
He'd grown so fat that his orange scales were tearing right through his pants, his pistol had been partially engulfed in a layer of love-handles, his belly had not only spilled out of his shirt and protective padding to absorb the impact of bullets but looked like it was nothing but a bib on his humongously fat body!
"G-god-GODDAMMIT RUSS, WHERE THE HELL IS THE MONEY?! WHY ARE YOU SO FAT?!?!"
Bleu would yell, watching and listening to the loud belch that erupted from beneath his fellow clown wearing masked lizard's face, and the partially torn bill of a $100 green leaf would be seen falling onto the ground before him.
"....You mean to tell me you not only broke our escape van, but also ate over TWO MILLION, EIGHT-HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS THAT WE STOLE FROM THAT BANK?!??!"
The charmander responded with an appropriately loud belch and coughed up another partially chewed $100 dollar bill, this time wiping his mouth with it before swallowing it back down his greedy appetite-starved gullet.
Given to me as a gift by the talented artist
gordonbleu after a long series of gaming sessions as we played multiple heists on PayDay 2 together.
The alarm was loud, ringing at a decibal volume that was painful to listen to, but with a single flurry of bullets fired from his sub-machine gun the alarm was silenced from its repetitively loud existance. Their cover had been blown, and their carefully sketched out and heavily elaborated plan was foiled. Over a rigorous course of several hours of carefully running back and forth between heavily guarded checkpoints, putting various guards of high-end security to 'sleep' in as stealthy and non-lethal of a way as they possibly could, and all of it had been ruined in one single and fell swoop.
'But what? What could have alerted someone to pull the switch that activated the alarm?' thought the dragon in his finely stitched and heavily oversized XXXXL suit, tux, and dress slacks as he slung a pair of duffel bags over his shoulders. He would huff and puff with loudly breathing pants of exhaustion and desperation, bashing through any and all obstacles that opposed him such as guards that were just now becoming aware that a robbery was in process. With every trigger pull from his trusty SMG another bullet would fire out, keen with his marksman skills they'd hit their target in a non-lethal location, just enough that they could be knocked out or momentarily paralyzed. They weren't your casual kind of bullet but rather a specially handcrafted brew with paralysis in mind over that of instant and gory blood splatter.
Finally, the rotund and heavily obese dragon of cerulean blue skin and bloated fat cheeks with a cheesy heister's clown mask had escaped. The sound of radio static and intensely tribal drum beats with surprisingly well-made dubstep and sick beats filled a conveniently nearby radio, and with it playing as the squadron of security guards and now the mobilizing police units approached closer with every dramatic second... the dragon had arrived at the location of where he'd been storing his hoard of over 2.8 million dollars worth of carefully heisted money in a multitude of duffel bags.
Before him was the sight of his heisting partner, a significantly fatter and much more morbidly obese blob of lard and girth that could be seen not only spilling out of the wide-open back doors of the escape van, but had fully destroyed both the front and back axels of the van's suspension system!
The entire metal frame was touching the asphalt, the tires were popped and losing air fast, the very walls of the metal sides of the entire vehicle were coming apart at the screws and bolts that held it fastened together internally... and the duffel bags, oh dear god, the duffel bags of M-O-N-E-Y. They were gone, all twenty-two of them that had been carefully captured and hauled out for hours on end were now missing and gone. The dragon removed looked at his incredibly, horrifically morbidly obese BLOB of a partner in crime and just stared at the mess of flab and obesity that he'd become.
He'd grown so fat that his orange scales were tearing right through his pants, his pistol had been partially engulfed in a layer of love-handles, his belly had not only spilled out of his shirt and protective padding to absorb the impact of bullets but looked like it was nothing but a bib on his humongously fat body!
"G-god-GODDAMMIT RUSS, WHERE THE HELL IS THE MONEY?! WHY ARE YOU SO FAT?!?!"
Bleu would yell, watching and listening to the loud belch that erupted from beneath his fellow clown wearing masked lizard's face, and the partially torn bill of a $100 green leaf would be seen falling onto the ground before him.
"....You mean to tell me you not only broke our escape van, but also ate over TWO MILLION, EIGHT-HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS THAT WE STOLE FROM THAT BANK?!??!"
The charmander responded with an appropriately loud belch and coughed up another partially chewed $100 dollar bill, this time wiping his mouth with it before swallowing it back down his greedy appetite-starved gullet.
Given to me as a gift by the talented artist
gordonbleu after a long series of gaming sessions as we played multiple heists on PayDay 2 together.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Lizard
Size 1980 x 1044px
File Size 300.4 kB
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