Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid/Traffic Report

Party Poison leaned inconspicuously against the doorway to a gas station, casually surveying the desert landscape before him. Seeing no one, he turns to his comrade.
"Yo Ghoul, ya done yet?"
Fun Ghoul, who had been fiddling with a BL/ind vending machine for about ten minutes, doesn't even turn to face Party Poison while he answers.
"Almost done, Poison. Stop fidgeting and just keep lookout, okay?" he huffs in the manner of someone who'd been asked this only before.
Poison, obviously unsatisfied, crosses his arms defiantly and once again sweeps his gaze across the area. Suddenly, a white speck stands out against the sand. Far away now, but definitely coming towards them. And fast.
"Um, Ghoul?"
They're close enough now where Poison can make out three white figures, striding fast to greet them. Party Poison nudges Fun Ghoul, worry now consumin every thought, but he's ignored. Ghoul gives the machine one last prod before there's a loud clanking and a battery pops out of the slot at the bottom.
"Got it!"
Ghoul holds the battery in the air victoriously before finally turning to face Poison. Seeing his worry, he turns out to the desert and notices the 7 S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/Ws running towards them at top speed.
"Oh shit."
Poison doesn't respond, claiming his victory with the ultimate "told-you-so" face and smirking at the now thoroughly panicked man.
"Oh stop being being such a child!" Ghoul says, slapping Poison's arm irritably.
Party Poison mockingly sticks his tongue out at Fun Ghoul with a playful smile. In a moment though, they remember the danger and watch the rapidly-advancing 'C/R/O/Ws.
"What's our best bet here?" Poison turns to Ghoul with a serious look on his face.
"Radio Dr. D. See if he can get us out. If we have to," Ghoul grimly slips his gun out of the holster on his waist, "we fight."
Party Poison, satisfied with this arrangement, pulls a compact portable radio out of his pocket and presses the button.
"Dr. D, this is Party Poison. We've got 7 'C/R/O/Ws closing in on us and we need to get out."
Nothing but static.
"Dr. Death Defying, do you read me? I said, we've got a situation. GET US OUT!"
Party Poison, now shouting in desperation, again hears no reply.
Ghoul sets his face with determination and pulls his red and black bandana up over his nose. "Good luck."
Poison slips his yellow mask on and pulls out his gun. Both men turn to face the oncoming threat with a smile.
Poison nods once at Ghoul and whispers, "We go together or we don't go down at all."

Notes

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