>>5208971“Listen, fleshbags,” Sneers your captive, “if you’re gonna kill me, then <span class="mu-i">kill</span> me! Just do it quick, or-”
“It’s fake bravado, Stan.” Talbot interjects, yanking the skeleton’s arm. “Can smell it a mile away.”
“Fuck you, stringbean!” The skeleton snaps! “Women’s tracksuit wearin-”
“It’s a <span class="mu-s">MEN’S!</span>” Roars Talbot as he nearly tugs the biker’s arm free of its socket! “<span class="mu-s">SLEEK-FIT</span>, jackass! For <span class="mu-s">COMFORT!</span>”
Easy there Tiger, you say in a placating voice, you need him in one piece to answer questions-
“Err, no we don’t.” Eddie says with a confused look on his face. “Remember that guy in <span class="mu-r">CLAYTON’S</span> gang? We kept his skull around and he was fine!”
The biker doesn’t like the look you make when you remember. “O-Okay, fine–just keep those damn dogs away, yea?”
You respond with a scowl–that depends on his manners! First and foremost, you begin, planting your hands on your hips, what’s his name anyways?
“D-Donald!”The skeleton sputters as a particularly surly-looking lapdog leaps to nip at him! “B-but everyone calls me Donnie!”
Okay, <span class="mu-i">DONNIE,</span> you hiss as you spot Art and Mitz watching from afar, here’s how the game works: you ask the questions–He answers! If you don’t like his response, T and E will start ripping pieces off! <span class="mu-i">CAPRIS?!</span>
“Y-yea! Yea, sure!” He says in a panicked voice! Great, you smile, see? He can be nice!
With the contents of the paper plane letter fresh in your mind, you know time is of the essence here–<span class="mu-b">IN FACT, YOU MIGHT ONLY HAVE TIME TO ASK HIM TWO THINGS!</span> The question is, what the hell do you ask?
>WHAT WAS HE DOING IN A DOG HOTEL ANYWAYS?!>THE APC–WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PEOPLE INSIDE?>HE DOESN’T LOOK LIKE A GREASER–WHO’S HE RUNNING WITH? >SEEN ANYTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY NEARBY LATELY?>WHAT’S HIS DEAL WITH DOGS, ANYWAYS?>WRITE-IN! 