>>5699831“The party’s only been going for a few hours now and we’ve <span class="mu-i">already</span> had to ask for Nurse Moray’s assistance…” Jake concludes, his already displeased look becoming even more… displeased-er.
“So here we are, Mr. Crash: you with a pair of soiled track pants, and me with a private party to oversee and a difficult decision to make: do we keep you in here until the ferry arrives tomorrow afternoon, or do we stick you in a rowboat and push you towards the mainland?”
Leaning closer to your face, Jake gives you a long, hard glare. “<span class="mu-i">Thoughts</span>?”
Before you can respond, you notice a flash of movement outside one of the windows. And it looked… <span class="mu-i">Red</span>?
What about your co-workers, huh? Did he zip tie them too?
Jake blinks impatiently. “Unlike you, Mr. Dawood was <span class="mu-i">invited</span> here. Moreover, he didn’t see fit to <span class="mu-i">harangue</span> any of the party staff.” Massaging his temples, the VP takes a few steps towards the door. “You could learn a thing or two from him.”
Turning to face you once more, Jake once again raises his eyebrow. “Hardly a coworker, don’t you think?”
You allow yourself a sigh of relief. Guess your <span class="mu-i">partner</span> wasn’t caught…
“Hm?”
Nothing! What do?
>SCREW THIS-YOU WANNA TALK TO MINA!>HOW ABOUT HE JUST LETS YOU GO TO THE PARTY?>WHO WAS THAT GIRL JUST NOW?>SNEAKILY UNDO YOUR ZIP TIES!>FREE YOURSELF! RRRNNNGHH!>WRITE-IN! 