Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33863482-20180409170106/@comment-33672197-20180409235434

Zachary was at it again. With eyes blazing, teeth grinding, he once again grabbed for the phone. This time, with all the force he could muster, he slammed his right foot into Sully's gut, before he had the the chance to fully get back on his feet.

He got the effect he desired, as the phone was ripped out of the scarecrow's hand, sprang back towards its home, and toppled to the floor. The man kicked it back further and stood over Sully, his foot now pressed firmly up against his costume.

"YOOOOOOOU...!" Zachary roared, leaning closer to the animatronic with a snarl plastered on his enraged face.