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Typical, you scoff as you cross your legs, you’ve only been in here for a second and they’re already trying to <span class="mu-i">BRIBE</span> you! HAH!
The hologram identified as ‘<span class="mu-i">Mr. Fox</span>’ makes a displeased sound. “I believe that’s a ‘<span class="mu-i">no</span>’, Mr. Wolf.”
Nah, you snap, they wanna play that game? <span class="mu-s">FINE!</span> Holding your hand out as if expecting the refreshment to drop from the ceiling, you command your new friends to get you a frosty glass of <span class="mu-g">CHOCOLATE MILK–</span> the type with <span class="mu-i">CHOCOLATE SYRUP</span>, not that mix shit!
“Ha HA!” Guffaws Wolf, “Ze lady knows vhat she wants!”
“And she certainly knows how to <span class="mu-i">ask</span> for it…” Scoffs Mantis.
And gimme one of those <span class="mu-g">STRIPED STRAWS,</span> too, you snarl as you snap your fingers a few times for good measure! You don’t care if it kills turtles or whatever–you <span class="mu-s">LIKE</span> that kind!
“Certainly, Ms. Parble.” Replies Mr. Hare in an entreating tone! “And while that refreshment is being put together-”
Gee, you interrupt as you lean back in your chair, they sure are acting friendly for-”
“You might not want to lean too far ba-”
Ms. Crane’s warning comes too late. Feeling the wheels of your chair slip out from under you, you fly backwards mid-insult and land in a heap on the boardroom floor! D-damn it!
“A-are you alright?” Asks Hare as Mantis reacts with an impatient ‘<span class="mu-i">tch</span>.
“Zese chairs are death traps, zat is what I’ve been saying…” Wolf remarks as you scuttle back into your seat.
“We’ll make a note of it for the next meeting, yes?” Huffs Fox, eager to move on. “You were saying, Ms. Parble?”
“She was preparing to insult us, I wager.” Huffs Mantis. “But please, do go on.”
Y-you were getting there, you snarl as you ensure your chair isn’t going to tip over again! S-so, you repeat, they sure are acting friendly for-
You’re interrupted once more by a polite knock on the door–three clear, quick raps, to be precise.
“Enter, please.”
Heeding Ms. Crane’s directive, the door opens up revealing the receptionist from before carrying a fresh glass <span class="mu-g">CHOCOLATE MILK</span> on a silver plate… and with a <span class="mu-g">TURTLE-KILLING STRIPED STRAW,</span> no less!
Keeping his mouth shut, the secretary swiftly places the drink in front of you on the boardroom table before quietly taking his leave. Taking a quick sample of the merch, you nod with approval–that’ll do!
“So glad you approve.” Sighs Rat from the far end of the table, “Now get to your point, please.”
Oh you’ll get there, alright! Taking a big slurp from the straw, you start over with <span class="mu-i">FEELING!</span>
They sure are acting fr-<span class="mu-s">AAAUGH, BRAIN FREEZE!</span>
>CONTD.
