Chapter: Infinite torments from others

Chapter 6: Infinite torments of others
Do you really have to help friends? You are not obliged in such an emergency, are you? But on the other hand, if I run away now, I'm sure they'll be pissed off. Oh whatever! If you die doing it, you can't be mad anymore! Yeah that's a good idea, let's hope you die! Am i not a good friend
"Stay away from me, you crazy!" Someone suddenly shouts and one of the doors next to me is brutally broken into. MC is standing in front of me, but not as usual: in a pink dress with ruffles, smeared lipstick and some eye shadow. "What do you have ...?", I laugh and she interrupts: "Don't ask. Please don't ask." I can only stop laughing after two minutes, then something sad comes into my head. Now I can't just run away like that. I can't leave MC standing there ...
Another door is thrown open and DJ stands in front of me. "I'm fat, I'm fat ...", she mumbles again and again and uncertainly I try to calm her down: "Uh, that's not true ... You can't prove anything unless you have a scale ..." was probably not that good, because DJ is really starting to cry now."How do you get the idea that you are fat?" Asks MC and our companion replies with a sob: "I'm so fat, they let me take part in sumo wrestling! That wasn't proof yet, but you know what? Me I won ... "
Okay, that's unusual. But nothing against the nightmare that I had to live through! "So what, I was snogged by old women!", I complain ... and am promptly laughed at by the two of them. "That's so funny ... you get flattened by old women ..." laughs MC and I aim at a sore spot: "At least I'm not wearing a pink frilly dress!" Now we all laugh together at MC, who sits there insulted . About ... twenty minutes later we realize we've forgotten something, but I can't think of what to do with the best of my will.
“Atze is missing!” Well, no wonder I didn't think of it. She's only recently been part of our group!
"Do we really still want to look for them? I want to get out of here as soon as possible ...", says MC, annoyed, and really speaks to me.Finally someone who is on my side! "Yes, let go!", I suggest and I'm about to disappear when DJ says: "We can't let them down ..." Oh DJ, you with that kind of good person thing that I call compassion. It’s absolutely superfluous ...
Well, so let's just run into one of the doors and see if Atze is inside. Nope, that was just the toilet. A loo in the middle of a tree house, how illogical, but whatever, we keep looking. A room with a pool table and a minibar ... we have to remember that, we have to go back in here. We're lucky with the next door. We discover Atze who is slashing a couple of peacers. "I need five more minutes, okay?", She says with a grin, but we just drag her away. I just don't feel like it anymore, the shock of the kiss attack is still in my bones.
More or less happily we run out of the tree house and stand on a street. "Where to now?"I ask and the others just shrug their shoulders. We have never been here before." Hey, we could ride in that car! ", suggests DJ. Well,` `Auto '' is a bit exaggerated: It's a pickle truck. I remember my premonition a few chapters ago: Atze drives and down the A-2, a pickle truck is there and we build a Daniel Kübbelbück accident ... what a nice idea, but we have no choice but to run and nobody wants that. So we jump on the pickle truck (which looks funny at MC, since she is still wearing her dress We didn't allow her to take it off!) And let us be taken somewhere. After a short time the Greenpeacers followed us ... accompanied by old `` friends '' ...

:;:;:; ::;:; That was lousy Kapi, I know. So now we're slowly getting to the grand finale! The ultimate fight between `` Us4 '' (we are four, right? * Count again *) and `` Greenpeacende Americans ''. What nice words ...:;:;:;:;