>>5191283https://youtu.be/zXhb596PlgI“<span class="mu-s">-s thing on? Christ…</span>” An unamused voice groans from beyond the speakers. “<span class="mu-s">What Third World pawn shop did we steal THIS piece of crap from, huh?</span>” The sound of ruffling papers cuts the announcer off. “<span class="mu-s">Oh WOW, a SCRIPT. Yea, REAL fancy… Show me that gesture one more time and see what happens, Claude. Yea, that’s right. Ahem… Attention all personnel–The Lodge has suffered a minor brownout. Do not be alarmed or exit the shelter–maintenance teams have been dispatched to assess the problem. Thank you for your cooperation. This message was brought to you by Good Boy Doggie Bones: we-okay, do I REALLY have to say thi-</span>”
The question is interrupted by a brief scuffle. A few tense moments later, you hear the previous voice return to the intercom. “<span class="mu-s">Alright, ALRIGHT! Okay, uh… ‘We were ‘BONE’ for this.’ Insensitive, mu-</span>”
His answer comes in the form of another scuffle followed by another series of chimes.
“Guess dat’ answers dat’...” Ly remarks as the rest of the team’s vision recovers.
“Well,” Sybil remarks, “At least it’s nothing serious.”
“Yea right.” Talbot growls with a roll of his eyes. “These guys are the <span class="mu-i">kings</span> of pissing in your ear and telling you it’s raining. Case in <span class="mu-s">POINT,</span>” he continues, pointing an accusing finger at Denise’s prone form, “what the hell is <span class="mu-s">SHE</span> doing here?!”
Stomping between the two and planting your feet firmly on the plush carpet, you give your fellow Evening Sanitation Coordinator a disapproving glare! You were <span class="mu-i">getting</span> to that, genius! You see-
“<span class="mu-s">HOLY CRAP!</span>” He interjects, causing the others to stagger backwards in surprise! Whaaaaat, you groan! What’s his damn problem now!?
“T-t-<span class="mu-s">TWO STANS!</span>” Talbot exclaims, jabbing a finger towards your new pet as she manages to wrench her meat-covered face free of the can! Ha ha, you growl as Lil’ Stanley gives the crowd a warning hiss, <span class="mu-i">very</span> funny!
“W-wait…” Art mutters in a worried tone, “Wh-which one of them said that!?”
“Cut it out, guys,” Eddie groans in disapproval, “You really shouldn’t keep one of those though, Stan–they’re <span class="mu-i">VICIOUS.</span>”
Yea, you sigh as your new pet gnaws away at your forearm, you <span class="mu-i">noticed!</span>
“They carry rabies too.” Tucker adds as he takes a few steps backwards. “And parasites.”
“Nah…” Talbot scoffs as he strides over to give the raccoon a headpat,, “I ran into these lil’ squirts all the time in the vents at the lab–they’re kinda cute once they get used to ya!”
“They never bit you?” Eddie asks, daring to take a few steps closer.
“<span class="mu-i">TONS</span> of times!” Talbot shrugs with an unsettling eye twitch. “Never caught anything, though–guess I’m just tough!”
You give the critter a glare as she allows Talbot to continue petting her. Laugh it up, fuzzball!
>CONTD. 