As we started to run, the door Fatso had left through erupted open, exposing a man mountain toting a minigun. This was, in the grand scheme of things, bad for us. He lumbered out of the hole in the smashed door, shortly joined by Fatso, who was sweating profusely.
"BLOW THAT DETECTIVE'S HEAD OFF! SPARE THE BRAT!" Fatso roared, and the man mountain set after us. He began to wind up the minigun slowly, which was pretty scary. All we could hear was his heavy footstep and that infernal minigun's whine.
We turned left into a narrow alley and, as we rounded it, heard bullets being fired. I turned to see that the man mountain had just blown a hole in the wall. I almost tripped and we went ito a building to try and lose the pursuing man mountain.
What we going to do now, eh? WHAT WE GONNA DO? They have a minigun! Oh God-" I was cut short as David began to speak.
"Calm down, kid. I may have my PJs on, but that doesn't mean I can't find a way out of this." He surveyed the room we had ran into. "TV, fridge, cooker... wait, cooker? I think I may have a plan..."
"Oh God, what now?" I said in desperation as David raced into the kitchen of the apartment we had ran into to inspect the cooker. A gas cooker. Good.
I waited for what seemed like an eternity (we must have got a fair distance from Mt. Man if he hadn't turned David to mush yet) as David's brainwave and subsequent work on the cooker took place. He eventually hauled the cooker (or what was left of it) into the room I was in and began to explain.
"OK kid, I plan to let the gas in this canister I found run into the room, and then when the minigun guy enters, I will use this remote ignition doohickey I knocked up to ignite it using the pilot light in the cooker."
"Isn't that a bit far-fetched? Why won't the gas just run into the room we're in? And how do you know that remote ignition thing will work?"
"Just trust me kid, I know what I'm doing."
We went and opened the canister tap, left the room, sealed the doors and crossed our fingers. This had to work.