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For what it’s worth, you make an effort to hide your excitement–you <span class="mu-i">really</span> do! But seeing Tory look at you with a mixture of excitement, awe, and, dare you say it? <span class="mu-i">RESPECT</span>, you just can’t help yourself!
Lesson number one, beakbrain, you begin after sampling the contents of your fresh new tankard, you’ve <span class="mu-i">GOTTA</span> stop that stupid <span class="mu-r">MARROW RUMOR</span> going around!
“R-rumor?” Gobbles your student as a few other pirates lean in close to listen! Well, <span class="mu-i">yea</span>, you shrug, didn’t they hear!? That shit’s <span class="mu-r">TOXIC</span> to that <span class="mu-i">foxy</span> foe of yours!
“I beg your <span class="mu-i">pardon?</span>” Asks the croc-skull goon!
You’re <span class="mu-i">pardoned</span>, you snap! You figured it out yourself in one of your last tussles–sure, you’ve had to swap out, like, all of your bones from all the marrow you’ve been spewing, but it’s true: spray her with the stuff and she <span class="mu-i">hates</span> it!
“Yea!” Mitz adds, “Like a raccoon and a garden hose!”
You shoot her a glare. She just <span class="mu-i">had</span> to go with <span class="mu-i">that</span> comparison, huh? As your partner gives you a weak shrug, the cat-skull skeleton jabs a claw in her face!
“Hey… just who the hell are <span class="mu-i">YOU</span>, anyways? I thought, uh…” Thelonius pauses as his eye sockets linger on your face. “... Sorry, what was your name again, pal?”
<span class="mu-b">DINGO,</span> you reply, <span class="mu-b">DINGO FLARE: BOUNTY HUNTER EXTRAORDINAIRE!</span>
“Christ…” Mutters Ly from the safety of your body.
“Right, right…” Nods the jungle cat, “Anyways, <span class="mu-b">DINGO FLARE</span> here’s the expert, toots–not you!”
“Think again, mittens–I’m, uh… I’m Dingo’s <span class="mu-i">GIRLFRIEND…</span> <span class="mu-b">DINGA FLARE…OWITZ.</span> Yep.”
Avoiding your pointed glare by taking a long sip from her tankard, Mitz clearly passes the test when Tory and his goons fail to call her on it. “So this <span class="mu-i">marrow</span> thing–it’s true?” Tory asks with a hint of apprehension in his nails-on-chalkboard voice! “Because <span class="mu-r">THE MASTER-</span>”
Oh my <span class="mu-i">GOOOOOD</span>, you groan, rolling your eye sockets skyward, do they listen to <span class="mu-i">everything</span> <span class="mu-r">DUH MUHSTUHRR</span> tells them?!
And just like that, the restaurant goes quiet again.
“Well, uh… <span class="mu-i">yea</span>.” Replies the turkey.
“Aye.”
“Mhm!”
“It really be the only way ta’ be decidin’ things, it be!”
“Ditto!”
“You betcha.”
Quiet, ‘<span class="mu-i">DINGA!</span>’ You weren’t asking her!
>CONTD.
