As the third day slowly drew to a close, the two had yet again rebuilt their humble little home. This time they had built it out of a cave a short distance from their spawn point. Built mostly from stone, it was mostly fireproof. There was a front entrance, a spacious living room, a kitchen, and a back door leading into the dark depths of the cave. The two sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window as darkness once again crept across the land.
"So, we've zombie proofed it, skeleton proofed it, creeper proofed it... We're safe now, right?" she asked, hopefully.
"I hope. I didn't have enough time to woman proof it," he replied. "You are such an asshole," she said, getting her panties all in a bunch. "Rrrrr...," came the moans of roving zombies outside.
He clutched his stone sword tightly, ready for the first blank-eyed, expressionless, stupidy-stupid monster to dare come crashing through that front door. Then, an hour later, all of a sudden... nothing happened. And the longer he waited the more acutely nothing continued to happen.
"Maybe we're finally safe," she said.
"Oh gods... oh gods no...," he said, hanging his head in utter hopelessness. "You just jinxed us. We're doomed."
"Oh, I did not!" she said.
Then, as if on que, the back door burst open and in flew dozens, maybe billions, of giant evil robot space-bats from hell! He dove right and she dove left, each narrowly escaping the flood of winged, fanged, death.
He swung his sword and sliced one in half. The rest smashed through the front door and disappeared into the night. The two immediately jumped up to block off the hole. But it was too late. In stormed Robot Saddam Hussein!
Shirt discarded in record time, she lept at him. Light-saber nipples swung down in a glowing double arc of nerd-gasmic awesomeness. Unfortunately, being a robot, Robot Saddam's reflexes were superhuman. He sidestepped and slapped her away. She hit the wall and fell to the ground.
"You mother...!" he yelled and attacked.
Zap! Zap-zap!
