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Before Syb can finish, your nostrils are suddenly tickled and caressed by a cornucopia of spicy, savory scents that render you near catatonic!
“... Stan?” Syb asks as a frown slowly forms on her face. “As I was say-”
Nope, you mutter under your breath, you already know where you wanna look! Half-diving, half-falling out of the passenger side window like an antsy dog, you immediately rise on all fours and gallop in the direction your nose takes you!
“<span class="mu-s">DAMN IT!</span>” Snarls The Goth as you feel an otherworldly coldness nip at your back, “We haven’t even started the <span class="mu-i">mission</span> yet-”
Too late. Following the scent takes you along a seaside road littered with the skeletons of countless cars and the beach gear their drivers brought with them. Leaping over a particularly nasty-looking <span class="mu-r">POOL NOODLE,</span> you nearly stumble onto your face when your eyes lock with those of a familiar masked woodland critter!
<span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY…</span> we meet again!
Hanging for dear life from your <span class="mu-g">EVENING SANITATION COORDINATOR CAP,</span> your ‘<span class="mu-i">pet</span>’ raccoon matches your crazed gaze for a moment before frantically jabbing a claw in the direction of the scent–oh, she just wants whatever’s cookin’, huh? The critter nods, sending tiny globs of drool splashing onto your freckled face! Alright, you shrug as you dust yourself off, that’s something you can <span class="mu-i">both</span> agree o-
“<span class="mu-s">RRRRRNGH!</span>”
Before you and your fuzzy counterpart can continue onward to your bonding experience, you feel a lithe, but familiar, body grab you from behind! Uh… you stammer, as the hairs on your neck freeze into gossamer icicles, h-hey, Syb-
Before you can explain, The Goth adjusts her grip and <span class="mu-r">SUPLEXES</span> you into the pavement!
“Ooof…” Grumbles Ly as you lie in a dazed heap on the street, “Wh-what <span class="mu-i">happened? I remember some kinda’ smell…</span>”
“What happened,” Snarls Syb as both Mitz and Talbot appear from around the corner clapping, “Is you nearly ran off by yourself again!”
Oh, you cough, that’s right…
“Gotta admit it smells pretty damn good, though.” Mitz adds as Lil’ Stanley sniffs your battered body. Yea, great, at least <span class="mu-i">she</span> didn’t get hurt!
>CONTD.
