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Sensing you lingering, Talbot turns around after chucking his present at your foes with a sour look on his face–you know, the <span class="mu-i">usual</span>.
“The hell you still doin’ here?!” He growls as a few stray bullets plink off of <span class="mu-g">GOODBOYNIUM</span> pooling over his skin.
“No worries, Stan!” Eddie adds as he tries to fan his revolver’s hammer, “We’ve got this!”
Watching Eddie’s shots go wide and Talbot struggle to pick up a trio of melted shopping carts, you get the feeling that no, they <span class="mu-i">don’t</span> got this.
Speaking of things that you’ve got, you’ve got a <span class="mu-g">ROCKET LAUNCHER,</span> don’t you? And here you are not using it! Yanking the heavy artillery out of your pocket, you slot a fresh rocket into the shooty end and aim it at the windows where most of the bullets are coming from–easy as one, two, right?
In a surprising act of self-preservation, the shooters above turn their attention from your pals and focus their fire on you!
“Guess dat’ tankbuster’s got ‘em worried, huh?” Ly remarks as you steady your aim. Yep, now shut the Hell up, would’ja? A few shots ricochet harmlessly off of your armor as you release your breath and send the explosive party favor screaming towards your enemies!
“<span class="mu-s">FUCK YO-</span>”
The skeleton’s shout is cut off by a boom that shakes the whole hotel, but you have a feeling he wasn’t going to say anything important. As the building’s unbarricaded windows explode into a shower of glass, your eyes go wide as a chain reaction of small, but still loud explosions ring out across the hotel!
“<span class="mu-s">FUCK!</span>” Roars what you assume to be one of the surviving gunmen as you watch the building shake under the stress, “<span class="mu-s">THE AMMO-</span>”
The skeleton is cut off by a hail of bullets from within the building. Whoops, guess he <span class="mu-i">didn’t</span> make it, huh?
Just when things start to quiet down, the front doors of the <span class="mu-g">DOG HOTEL</span> nearly collapse open as a skeleton in a dirt-covered leather jacket sprints through them with a look of abject terror on his face! Upon seeing the three of you, however, he freezes in place!
“Aw <span class="mu-s">CRAP!</span>” He shouts as his hands move from his sides.
What do!?
>BLAST ‘EM!
>TELL HIM TO SURRENDER, DAMN IT!
>DISABLE HIM! (BONE CLAWS? MOP? SOMETHING ELSE?)
>WRITE-IN!
