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Gimme something <span class="mu-i">STRONG</span>, Ike, you order with purpose in your tone, you wanna feel like you’ve been kicked in the damn face!
“I got <span class="mu-i">just</span> the thing!” Exclaims the mayortender as he eagerly starts to gather ingredients from the shelf behind him. Is that <span class="mu-i">gunpowder</span>?
As for the earlier question, you continue as Haulie Paulie hands Ike a welding torch, you’re a friggin’ <span class="mu-i">idiot</span>, Haulie-Paulie, not that you don’t love him to death, of course!
“S’all good, baby.” Paulie replies over the sound of something squealing behind the bar.
“Gotta go wit’ the tail, yea?” Repeats Stripes with renewed confidence. “Just think about it!”
Oh you <span class="mu-i">are</span>, you reply eagerly! If you had one of those poofy ones and could hang from <span class="mu-i">trees</span> or something-
“Wouldn’t happen ta’ be a <span class="mu-i">ringed</span> tail, would it?” Asks Ly in a smug tone. Watch it, dick!
“I’m right there with ya, sis.” Stripes nods as both Paulie and Ike grind something into your drink. “Cripes, if I had an’ extra thing ta’ hold onto tools with? I’d be cuttin’ my garage time in half!”
“I hear that!” Pete adds in a knowing voice! That settles it then, you conclude with an assured tone of voice, tails <span class="mu-s">WIN</span>!
“Since when was it a damn <span class="mu-i">contest</span>?” Groans Paulie as he squeezes a lime into the concoction behind the bar. “But alright, <span class="mu-i">MAY</span>be I see yer’ guy’ses point.”
“Sounds like a win ta’ me, sis.” Stripes chuckles as the two of you exchange a high-five! “You guys find those pills, by the way?”
“Yup,” Interjects Pete with an apologetic look on his face, “Just glad no one stepped on the damn thing!”
“Here you are, my dear:” Ike announces as he drops a drink that practically spits <span class="mu-i">fire</span> at you upon hitting the counter, “I call this lil’ number the <span class="mu-r">KICK IN THE HEAD!</span>”
Watching with awe as the fizzing red beverage hisses at you, you can almost pick up a few words!
“<span class="mu-r">Hey, I know that one!</span>” Mutters Nats. “<span class="mu-r">Ooh… yea, that’s uh… that’s a NASTY word, even for DEMONS…</span>”
Now we’re <span class="mu-i">talkin’</span>! Gratefully taking the glass in hand, you bring the caustic cocktail to your lips before glancing at Stripes. So, you begin, wh-<span class="mu-s">AACK!</span>
>CONTD.
