Mission Priorities

Kim and Ron peer down from the rooftop of the Middleton Mall as a small army of Drakken's clones spit and growl below. Kim looks on with mild irritation as a scene straight out of Dawn of the Dead unfolds before her...a horde of green and black mission gear-clad Bonnies clambering over one another as they climb the structure to get at the crime-fighting duo. Fully expecting a look of panicked terror, a glance towards Ron instead reveals a similar look of irritation staring back at her...and not because of the murder-minded lookalikes below.

Kim: What?
Ron: "It can wait", she says. We could've gotten to Drakken's lair, stopped him dead in his tracks, -and- had plenty of time for nachos...if we hadn't been dilly-dallying around my place for an hour.
Kim: Ohhhh reeeally. I don't seem to recall you complaining much...

Kim wrinkles her nose, reaching behind her to pull at the seat of her pants, attempting to dislodge the freshly come-glued g-string from her crack.

Kim: ...when I let you blow your load in my ass.

Still digging at the center seam of her cargo pants, Kim shifts her annoyed gaze from Ron to the quickly approaching swarm of brunettes below.

Kim: 'Least you could've let me taken a shower before 'Death by Bon-Bon'.

Original Art by Gagala
Edits by Phillipthe2