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It’s a busy afternoon at <span class="mu-g">THE STURGEON GENERAL–</span>busy as can be considering what just occurred a few weeks ago. Sidestepping a crowd of sugar-addled rugrats racing through the family restaurant like it was a playground, you scan the rows of cracked and weathered booth seats for any sign of your pals.
“Damn kids…” growls your red-headed bodyguard as he steps aside to let a frazzled-looking waitress by, “<span class="mu-i">I’LL</span> give ‘em something to run from!”
As much as it would make your day to see him deliver on that promise, you instead give Talbot’s arm a gentle squeeze. Focus, tiger.
“Yea, yea…” he grumbles as he adjusts the collar on his blue dress shirt. “Christ, how hard is it to find a girl with purple hair?”
As if on cue, you feel an unseen force tickle your earlobe! Following it to its source, you find the team’s original power couple holding down a booth in the dark corner of the restaurant just past the kitchen! Clad in a black tank top that shows off her pale, but petite midriff and a plaid skirt, Sybil stealthily waves the two of you over with a look of urgency on her face!
Not to be outdone, her better half sits next to her clad in a T-Shirt depicting some kind of unnerving bunny girl and a pair of blue jeans. Taking an onion ring from the red plastic basket in the center of the table, Art gives you two a lazy wave.
Making your way over, you move in to hug your best friend, but come up short: upon your arrival, Sybil wastes no time in removing her black parasol from the seat next to her! “You’re late.” She observes in her usual all-business tone.
“Sup.” Art adds helpfully.
Do you live in the same town? All of <span class="mu-g">CLEARWATER’S</span> bumper-to-bumper right now, you counter!
“Friggin’ construction all over the place…” Grunts Talbot as he helps himself to an onion ring. “Sho whush ub? We dadin’ or whud?”
Chew first, <span class="mu-i">dingus</span>!
>CONTD.
