Oh son of a ******! Mutters my friend Mr. Fuji, at the same time my other compatriot Spike speeds past Mr. Fuji. Spike is a true blue friend and will not put up with this injustice. As he comes within arms-reach of the first thug, he drops low and takes the dude's legs out from under him. Of course not to be outdone Mr. Fuji has brought up his hiking boot and stomps the gun hand of fallen thug one. The broken fingers send the gun into the store front wall then bounces in front of thug two. Thug two picks it up and starts reloeasing a hail of lead poisoning my friends' way. Spike being on the floor catches one under the chin sending his brains erupting out of his head. Mr. Fuji engages into one of those "Oh poop!" moments when you realize you are screwed. Mr. Fuji steps sideways to get cover from the blaze of bullets. Fortune gives him the big middle finger as he slips on Spike's innards and falls backwards. Thug two snaps some more off and the gizzards shots erupt Mr. Fuji's belly into a mess of intestinal loops and gore.
Look to your left. The latest update to the account page frees up space by moving the dashboard to the left side. It still works the same, it's just slimmer and sexier. And for those of you that don't know it, you can collapse the dashboard by clicking on the header.
