Apocalypse Northwest

[OneFamiliarFace]

Trainwhistle Jenkins, wondering both how much yellow stuff is in the danged sprinkler system and why he has Track

Trainwhistle Jenkins spits on the plant monster. "Hock-pitooey! I'd taunt ye, ye great lump o broccoli, but I done used up all my good'uns on the gall-durned vine snake over yonder." He hikes a thumb at the flaccid tendril. Oh, that'd a been anuther good'n!

Then he tries to wash himself off in the faucet. Experimentally with his hand first, to make sure he ain't gunna explode. Trainwhistle remembers well his Pappy's accident with the sodium. Cursed scientists and their bleach and sodium and mutant plant monsters and combusto pods.

He grumbles and mumbles to himself, in that order, and turns around to see what the others are doing post-potting the plant.

OC:
can't roll my fort here for some reason, so Ima do it in OC.