>>6216244“So anyways,” Volka concludes as she leans on her blade like a cane, “That pretty much sums up <span class="mu-i">THAT!</span>”
That was really useful and important, Volk! Thanks! Oh right, You’re ANTON PEAS: a Grill Jockey at <span class="mu-b">GREA-</span> yea nevermind, you get it! You were just talking to Volka about a question that’s been burning in your head since, well, since before Thread 1 probably, an-
“Hey you two!”
Being addressed so suddenly takes you completely by surprise! While you faceplant into the nearby wall, Volka is ready to go with her weapon pointed at the newcomers!
“Yea?” She asks, holding her stance like a Skog-shaped statue! “What’s wrong, friend?”
“You’re Siila’s pals, right?” Asks a yellow-eyed Durher accompanied by a blue-eyed pal and a gruff-looking Molegg.
And what if you are, you retort as you join Volka at her side with determination chiseled onto your face! The Durher shrugs.
“She said you guys were her Kitchen Aides. Asked us to bring you around to the kitchen.” Explains the other Durher as their guard escort lets out an impatient sigh! “You comin’? The Head Chef’s already waitin’ for ya.”
Exchanging a look with your favorite Skog, the two of you respond with a synchronized shrug! Sure, you nod, thanks for seeking us out!
“What can I say? She’s a hard gal to say ‘no’ to!” Laughs Yellow Eyes as the guard cocks his head towards the casino!
“Please excuse my friend Ribal,” Groans the blue-eyed chef as you pass by a pair of stony-faced guards and down what you assume is a gravel maintenance path, “He suffers from a condition where he acts like a moron around cute girls.” The Durher pauses. “But he acts like a moron when he <span class="mu-i">isn’t</span> around cute girls too, so-”
“And please excuse my pal Choos here,” Ribal fires back, “He suffers from a condition where he has to mope and whine all the time… incurable, I’m afraid!”
“Nooo…” Gasps Volka as she sends a pitying look down at Choos, “That’s… that’s absolutely horrible! Is there really no cure?”
"All dis' time an' I never even knew..." The guard mutters under his breath with a flicker of sympathy in his Molegg eyes!
>CONTD. 