>>5341305“Ya’ get all that energy out, boss?”
Ignoring Mitzi’s snarky remark, you return to where you docked the yacht you uh… ‘<span class="mu-i">borrowed</span>’ to find the rest of your team milling about like a bunch of lost tourists. Before you can say anything, you feel four sharp claws climb their way up your calf and back before a small, black hand snatches the candy bar out from your grasp! Swiping at the treat, your hand goes long as <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY,</span> your ‘<span class="mu-i">pet</span>’ in name only, leaps from your shoulders and scampers into the shadows with her fat ringed tail flitting behind her!
“<span class="mu-i">She’s</span> happy to be back on land, huh?” Eddie remarks as he, Tucker, and Kiki approach with Denise lingering close behind. “What’s up, Stan?”
What’s up, you reply as Gus hands you a replacement candy bar, is that you’ve lingered here long enough–and after much consideration, you continue, you believe the team deserves a reward!
“Cash?!” Guesses Talbot!
“The night off?!” Tries Tucker!
“Monogrammed leather jackets?” Shrugs Mitz!
“<span class="mu-i">T-t-talking pr-privileges?</span>” Squeaks Denise!
No, sorta, you’ll think about it, and what the hell, you finish with a confused look on your face, you never told her she couldn’t talk!
“<span class="mu-i">O-oh… m-must have r-read th-the room wrong! A-again! hheheh…</span>” Mutters the perpetually-sweaty scientist. Wait a sec–you can revoke her talking privileges!
“So what’s the reward, huh?” Eddie asks as he practically <span class="mu-i">bounces</span> off the ground with excitement! “Tell us!”
You’re getting there, dick! As they might already know, you explain, Cliff and the rest of the Greaser Skeletons have been putting together a shindig up at their base–turns out it’s happening tonight and everyone’s invited!
“E-everyone?” Asks your new skeleton mage pal Teevor as he and his associate Rohdi exchange confused looks. Oh right, they’re still here! Yea, you nod, they’re gonna love it!
“What about <span class="mu-r">TIM?</span>” Tucker asks, causing a shroud of worry to fall over the crowd. “Isn’t this going to paint a big red target for him?”
It would, you shrug, but your pal Stripes assured you that Cliff’s got it under control. And yes, you add, you trust that guy!
“Well between that and those animals running wild we’re probably covered, yea?” Mitzi asks in that perpetually-chill voice of hers! “I say it’s about damn time we took a break.”
“Especially considering what comes next…” Sybil remarks in a wary tone. “We’ll need all our strength for tomorrow.”
Yea, you and the others nod.
“... that means limiting alcohol consumption too, Stan.”
The hell’s she telling <span class="mu-i">you</span> for!?
>CONTD. 