Chapter 3

"Ready, Bruce? One, two, THREE!" Zorxy yelled as Bruce started up the dynamite. Zorxy dived behind his cot for safety, and Bruce followed him.
"Get ready for the blow of a lifetime!" Zorxy bellowed, and the brick wall before them crumbled to pieces. At any moment, Zorxy expected the guard to come and capture them, but he had locked up the jail and driven home.
"Bruce, follow my lead," Zorxy whispered, sneaking out through the hole in the wall onto the jail's fenced-up yard. But Bruce had a problem with this, as he was bigger and had very bold-orange skin. He wasn't that great at sneaking around, either.
"Ooh, I'm gonna be a free man!" Bruce laughed, punching the air.
"Um... okay then. Did you forget to take some SPECIAL medication?" Zorxy inquired, his shiny black eyebrows twisting above his cold, gray eyes. Again Bruce laughed into the night, but it was more of a howl then anything.
"Would you just shut up?! The guard dogs will hear!" Zorxy whispered fiercely into Bruce's ear.