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Offering Lil’ Stanley a piece of gum, you get to work entering the password as the critter gratefully snatches the treat out of your gloved hand. Let’s see here…
Ngh…
Rnngh!
Alright, what the <span class="mu-i">HELL?!</span>
“You good, cupcake?” Ly asks in a bemused tone.
Yea, you snarl, but this password thing <span class="mu-i">SUCKS!</span> You can barely plug the letters i-damn it, you meant a ‘<span class="mu-i">2</span>!’ A <span class="mu-s">2!</span>
“You sure you know the password, kid?” Asks the security squad leader as he and a few of the other people in close proximity start backing away from the wallet’s increasingly loud beeping!
Yea, yea, you nod impatiently, just… just gimme a sec… and quit chewing in my ear, <span class="mu-i">FATTY!</span>
Scowling at your command, your ‘pet’ continues to loudly smack as you frantically type away! Just when the volume gets to ear-bleedingly-high levels, the gossamer metal cables binding the wallet shut quietly retract as the screen lets out a pleasant chirp!
‘<span class="mu-g">ACCESS GRANTED!</span>’
“Okay,” Ly begins with uncertainty in his voice, “What da’ hell was da’ password?”
Well, you reply, puffing out your chest with pride, you really just put in a bunch of random numbers and letters until it worked!
Rather than offer any of the usual commentary, Ly just skips to the classic ‘<span class="mu-i">searing pain inside your skull</span>’ tactic. OW!
“Da’ crazy broad could make <span class="mu-i">SPEARS</span> from her blood an’ you’re <span class="mu-s">brute-forcin’</span> her <span class="mu-i">WALLET!?</span>”
A few tense minutes of rolling around and punching yourself in the bones later, the pain more or less subsides allowing you to get a glimpse of the wallet’s contents!
>CONTD.
