>>6287853>>6287771>>6287770>>6287576All that matters now is getting out of this building-sized McLatrine, or before your bodies enter into shock from all the dookie coating your bodies and getting all over your pores, goddamn europeans and their riddles...
Aw f-sure alright a wedding yeah okay, convenient, you saw that coming from a mile away, the rich fucks are... oddly calm, seems like the PoPo won't intervene until they've found you three, can't risk making a scene or else it's millions down the drain, bad reviews on yelp, sneers and rumors spreading around "they threw us out into the streets and ruined our one in a lifetime event because of some meddlesome manure-eating maniacs going around and causing chaos." Would be utterly catastrophic for bidnezz.
Looks like a normal sized event, you have the DJ playing some orchestral schlock, snack table monitored by spinsters, and... that fucking slut... ugh.
They haven't spotted you yet, good; you have the element of surprise at your disposal (or until they smell the eau du coprofiliac coating your party).
WHAT DO
>TAKE OUT THE DJ, SEIZE CONTROL OF THE TUNES, FLUSH 'EM OUT WITH FART NOISES>SOLID SNAKE YOUR WAY OUTTA THE BUILDING [1d100, DC 65 (-10 YOU'RE LITERALLY COVERED IN SHIT, SOMEONE'S BOUND TO SMELL YOUR ASS AND ALERT SECURITY OR THE PIGS)]>FUCK IT INTERRUPT THE WEDDING, MAKE A SCENE, GO LOUD, SAY SOMETHING FUNNY.>T SPIGOT STIIIL IN A DREAAAM DUNG EATERRRR [Write In]shh, nothing happened... (just fucked up the formatting and comic) 