Mooch looked around, There was sand on one side.
Water on the other.
"......Where the hell" He asked. He looked around again, Desert and Ocean. "Coast....But where on the coast, GPS ON!" Mooch said to A.N.G.E.L.S.
"Ping you are in africa, on the coast of Egypt, nearest structure is a werepyre base, currently fifteen feet to your right"
Mooch looked to his left.
"Your other right"
Mooch looked to his right, Tribal huts made with metal, or somthing, how do you descibe buildings? Large square boxes that people live in because they want a sense of security wealth and peace. These metal box houses things was where the werepyres lived? This was almost as bad as Cages in Mooch's mind.
Note to self, do not make blood sucking dog jokes, they might rip your liver out.
Regrowing a liver is painfull.
Pain is bad.
Mooch scratced the back of his head, and thought about signalling for a couch.
Werepyres, Couch, Werepyres, Couch, Werepyres, Couch, Werepyres, Couch.
He couldnt make up his mind.
GOD DAMNIT WHY CANT I MAKE UP MY MIND!? Mooch thought violently.
He had no idea why he couldnt make up his mind.
"YOUR NOT HELPING!!" Mooch yelled at the sky.
Anyone within hearing distance immediatly looked at him on the beach.
And saw he was alone.
"Who the hell is that guy screaming at?" A werepyre general asked, using a telescope to see the crazy bastard on the beach.