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You’ve dealt with more unruly customers than you can count, and you can count kinda high! Granted, most of said encounters ended with you rushing to get the manager while trying not to cry, but… but you get the idea!
Look, buddy, you retort with uncharacteristic confidence in your voice, that’s a whole lot of accusations he’s making… care to back any of them up?!
The Gnok’s anger falters for a moment to let in some confusion. “... You… you were <span class="mu-i">right</span> behind me, mate. I’d know if it was yer’ <span class="mu-i">PET SKOG</span> or the <span class="mu-i">ANKLEBITER!</span>”
“HEY! I don’t bite ankles!”
Calm down, TT, you’ve got this! Carefully extracting yourself from your accuser’s slightly-feathery claw, you respond to his statement with a derisive snort! And can he prove it was <span class="mu-i">you</span> that did it? How does he know it wasn’t someone else, huh?
“Did you eat scheckt as a kid?” He counters as anger seeps back into his voice! “You’re <span class="mu-i">behind</span> me! You still are! How about <span class="mu-i">YOU</span> prove <span class="mu-s">YOU</span> didn’t do it instead of arguin’, ey?”
“Yea, prove it!” Adds one of the bystanders, his dumb comment signaling the others to join in!
“Err, Anton…” Volka mutters under her breath, “Maybe we should just apologi-”
No, you know what? You’ve been a doormat ever since you arrived, you snarl! Today’s the day that ends! You’re <span class="mu-b">ANTON THE UNDYING,</span> damn it-
“Formal copyright in progress!” Squeaks Tzah-Tzie!
… and you’re <span class="mu-i">DONE</span> apologizing! Taking a step towards the nasty Gnok, you plant a finger on his surprisingly-broad chest! He’s so sure, is he? How do we know he didn’t just <span class="mu-i">PISS</span>, huh?
“Wh-huh?” Asks the potential pisser–confusion taking the reins in his expression once more. “Excuse me?”
He heard you! What’s wrong… weak bladder?
The Gnok goes eerily quiet as the rest of the crowd follows suit… until another Gnok emerges and rushes to his friend’s simmering form! “He… he didn’t mean nothin’ by it, Porri… Jus’... jus’ let it go, mate…”
The veins spidering across his eyes tell you that Porri has no intention of letting it go… and as his breathing gets louder and heavier, it dawns on you that you might’ve made a mistake…
>CONTD.
