Biker Mice Rock n Roll will Never Die 4
I only hope we don't lose sight of one thing- that it was all started by a mouse.
“They (wheeze) got away, did they? Well, two can play at that game.”
Limburger watches around his bulbous belly as Carbuncle pulls a remote out of one pocket. He pushes the button, chuckling.
Throttle is halfway across the garage when he stops abruptly, putting a hand to his head.
“you alright, bro?”
“I, ah, I can't see.” Throttle says.
For a moment he is blind, then the world comes in eerie half-sight, psychically sensing energy. His friends become vaguely shaped bursts of energy. Vinnie throbs so bright it's almost blinding, Modo burns cool, and Charlie in a smooth glow that begins to spike nervously.
A second later crippling pain begins to throb behind his eyes. Throttle stumbles to a chair and sits down before he falls, leaning forward to cradle his head in his hands. Vinnie is upset by Throttles distress, he quickly crosses to his friend