>>5128697The good news is that if Syb <span class="mu-i">did</span> hork on you, it’s barely visible through the layers of dust, blood, and other debris caked onto your boots and pants! Small victories, huh?
“Speaking of,” Sybil continues with a sheepish look on her still somewhat-sickly face, “I apologize for being unable to assist you all in the fight–not that you didn’t do well without me, of course.”
Is this slut seriously apologizing to you? Bringing her in for a hug, you quietly instruct your bestie to shut the hell up–it all worked out in the end, right? Plus if she got involved she probably would have puked mid-spell and summoned, like, <span class="mu-r">PUKE GOLEMS</span> or something. From <span class="mu-r">PUKE DIMENSION.</span>
“Yes, well,” She mutters, smiling at your reasoning, “I’ll try to behave myself more in the future–I was acting completely irresponsible last night and-”
“And it was <span class="mu-i">amazing</span>!” Another hand rests on both Sybil’s and your remaining shoulders. “If anything you oughta’ get plastered more often, Syb.”
Looking behind you, you find your <span class="mu-i">other</span> pal Mitzi standing behind you! “Take a picture, Stan–it’ll last longer.” She whispers with a wink. Where the hell was <span class="mu-i">she</span> during that scrap?
“We were cleaning the dishes, duh.” Explains the tomboy with a roll of her eyes. “Besides, you guys had it handled!” Leaning in closer, the Rent-A-Cop whispers into your ear: “Can always rely on <span class="mu-i">Talbot</span>, can’t ya’, Stan? <span class="mu-i">Jealous!</span>”
You respond with a flick to her forehead! Go get a <span class="mu-i">SMUG</span> Check, why don’t ya? You did most of the fighting–Gramps and Talbot helped, but-
“<span class="mu-s">HEY, FREAK!</span>” Speak of the devil. Turning again to face yet <span class="mu-i">another</span> voice, you spot Marshal Parble standing next to Mayor Malton and Louie the Barber! Locking eyes with you, the lawman impatiently motions for you to come over. Man, <span class="mu-i">everyone</span> wants a piece of you today, huh?
“Can you blame ‘em?” Mitzi shrugs before peeking over your shoulder at the bag you’re carrying. “Whatja’ get, by the way? Thought you’d buy a <span class="mu-i">bunch</span> of stuff…”
“As did I–who knows when we’ll cross paths with Paulie again? Are we adequately prepared?” As Sybil also moves to peek into your bag, you shake both girls off like a dog trying to dry itself off before scuttling towards the townsfolk. You got <span class="mu-s">STUFF</span>, you snarl in mid-scamper! Don’t even trip!
“Atta’ girl, cupcake.” Ly remarks as you stow the bag into your pockets. “They won’t suspect a thing!”
Don’t <span class="mu-i">you</span> start, you hiss as Mayor Malton and Louie greet you with smiles!
“Yea, da’ less said about dat’ purchase da’ <span class="mu-i">better</span>.” Your skeleton replies with a shiver! “Gives me <span class="mu-i">goosebumps</span>...”
Keep it up and he’s getting <span class="mu-i">bruises</span>!
>CONTD. 