>>5243585“Never fear, Stan–we’ve dealt with this kind of thing before!” Sybil exclaims as she puffs out her admittedly small chest. “I still have that <span class="mu-b">GLAMOUR</span> spell–why don’t I just disguise you and Mitzi as skeletons so you can go mingle? Maybe you can find us a vessel!”
“Hey…” Talbot grunts, “Why didn’t you offer to disguise <span class="mu-i">me</span>?”
“Too volatile.” Sybil retorts with a disapproving shake of her head. “We want to rub elbows, not <span class="mu-i">break</span> them.”
“<span class="mu-s">BULLSHIT!</span>” Talbot howls as he stamps his foot on the ground in disbelief! “That is <span class="mu-s">BULLSHIT,</span> Syb-”
“You’ve got that ‘<span class="mu-i">Ly</span>’ guy with ya, right, Stan?” Mitzi asks, deftly sidestepping Talbot’s meltdown. “Does he see a boat or anything back there?”
“Yep.” Replies your skeleton as he darts to and from your body in his <span class="mu-g">ASTRAL FORM!</span> “Couple’a <span class="mu-g">SPEEDBOATS,</span> from da’ look of things–they’re all on da’ PORT side, or STARBOARD, or whatever–da’ one opposite us!”
You give the news a thoughtful nod and a few ‘<span class="mu-i">hmm</span>’s for good measure. Yes, you mumble to yourself, that could do nicely…
“They got <span class="mu-i">BOATS?</span>” Talbot asks, still barely recovered from his outburst two seconds ago, “Shit, what the hell are we waiting for? Let’s just burst in an’ <span class="mu-i">take</span> ‘em!”
“... and if there are too many of them?” Sybil asks, raising a pierced eyebrow his way. Your fellow Evening Sanitation Coordinator shrugs.
“They’re <span class="mu-i">PIRATES</span>! What are they gonna do–<span class="mu-i">sing</span> us to death? <span class="mu-i">OoOOoh, scWaAwY!</span>”
“I hear keelhauling’s all the rage nowadays.” Mitzi replies as Sybil deftly swats away Talbot’s wiggling fingers from her face.
Before you can do the whole ‘<span class="mu-i">A Few Options and a Write-In</span>’ thing, your heart skips a few beats as you spot Lil’ Stanley’s small, but still <span class="mu-i">VERY FAT</span> form shimmy along a mooring line onto the boat! Damn it, you hiss, <span class="mu-i">YOU</span> were gonna ditch everyone and eat all the food! Stupid animal!
“Well now that your scheme’s thwarted,” Says Mitzi as she wraps a toned arm around your shoulder, “How’sabout we come up with a new plan?”
<span class="mu-i">Fine</span>, you groan, here’s what you’ll do…
>POP THAT CAP ON AND WALTZ IN LIKE YOU OWN THE DAMN PLACE! PIRATES DIG CHARISMA, DAMN IT, AND YOU OOZE THAT STUFF!>PLAY IT SAFE AND LET SYBIL GLAMOUR YOU AND MITZ! (GLAMOUR IS A DAILY SPELL!-ED.)>NO GLAMOURS NEEDED–JUST SNEAK AROUND TO THE BOATS! HELL, YOU COULD PROBABLY SWIM OVER TOO!>STRIKE FIRST, STRIKE HARD! LAUNCH AN ATTACK ON THE BOATSTAURANT WHILE YOU STILL HAVE THE ELEMENT OF SURPRISE!>CREATE A DISTRACTION ON THIS END OF THE BOAT–YOU CAN SLIP OVER TO THE SPEEDBOATS IN THE CHAOS!>YOU KNOW WHAT? THE FOOD DOESN’T SMELL THAT GOOD–LET’S FIND A BETTER OPTION (NOTE: THE FOOD DOES SMELL THAT GOOD.)>WRITE-IN! 