The pachycephalosaurs thumped along the bridge above a burbling mini-waterfall. Rick watched as an unconscious Terry inched closer to sliding off the dinosaur with every jostle. “Just a bit more.”
The knights reined their mounts back at another knight’s appearance. Terry hit the ground with a thud. “Don’t leave, Miley! I’ll twerk with you!” Terry cried. His ass gyrated on the stone.
“What does that mean?” Gabby asked.
He sighed and hopped down. “It means he’s an idiot.” He strode over and patted Terry’s face. “Wake up.”
Terry reached up and pulled Rick closer to puckered lips. Rick slapped him…hard. “Dude!”
Terry’s fist shot out and Rick collapsed, holding his just-punched junk. “AAAAHHHH! Dick!”
Terry rolled over on top of Rick, punches rising and falling. “Why’d you slap me, asshole?”
Rick flailed back and the two scuffled around the bridge. A whirring sound rose above the noise of the brouhaha as the new knight stomped over. He reached them as Terry rolled into a pile of dinosaur dung.
Strong hands separated the two. “A cyborg?” Rick said.
“Hey, is your dong metal?” Terry asked.
The cyborg threw Terry over the bridge. “Ha! Than-”
Rick flew into the water after his friend.
Word Count: 200
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