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Flicking the power switch, you let out an unamused sigh as your tool swiftly sucks up the turkey’s head with an anticlimactic ‘<span class="mu-i">SHOONK</span>’! Politely stepping around Tory’s body as its claws flail trying to grab you, you give Stan a wink as you leave the cockpit and trot over to where Thelonious had been standing a few minutes before!
Being a dock, the area is <span class="mu-i">ripe</span> with targets–all of them moving thanks to the boat. Right, you think, someone <span class="mu-i">really</span> oughta take the wheel before you bump into something!
Shipping Container? Nope. Crane? Hmmm…. Maybe. You’re almost won over by a large stack of crates when you find your challenge: since no one properly described the port, you can just barely see the broadside of the <span class="mu-g">FLOATING RESTAURANT</span> just on the over side of the docks!
Well… you <span class="mu-i">do</span> have a cannon, kinda…
Taking aim at where the water meets the side of the ship, you take one more steadying breath before sending Tory to Davey Jones’ Locker with the push of a button!
‘<span class="mu-i">SHOOP!</span>’
Your name is <span class="mu-s">STANLEY PARBLE</span> and all that jazz, and you just watched Mitz no-sell Tory into a <span class="mu-g">RESTAURANT</span> that’s <span class="mu-i">GOTTA</span> be at least five feet away! Ten, at <span class="mu-i">least</span>!
“We <span class="mu-i">really</span> gotta go over Math again after all dis’, don’t we?” Ly remarks as you watch the establishment take on water! Sure, you mutter, still utterly spellbound watching <span class="mu-r">SKELETONS</span> leap off the ship like rats, whatever he says!
“Damn fine shot, though.”
Fuckin’ A.
“Fun toy, boss.” Mitzi remarks as she turns to give you one of those half-smiles she always does. “Guess it’s a good thing you saved the best for last, huh?”
She can say <span class="mu-i">that</span> again, you remark! That shot was one in a million!
“And lemme guess: ‘<span class="mu-i">so am I</span>’, right?” Mitz replies with a wink! “You’re <span class="mu-i">such</span> a tease, Stan...”
“Holy <span class="mu-s">SHIT!</span>”
Oh right, Talbot and Syb are here. As the former lumbers over with shock and awe still plastered on his stupid face, the latter blinks into existence next to you in a flash of light!
“Alright, catch me up here–did Mitz just ice that <span class="mu-r">TERRY</span> guy’s <span class="mu-i">brother??</span>”
“You betcha!” The Rent-A-Cop chirps! “Guess he wasn’t the stronger one, was he, Stan?”
I mean… he never really <span class="mu-i">claimed</span> to be, did he? Hm.
“I shudder to think what you’re capable of when taking things seriously, Mitzi.”
“Me too.” Mitzi retorts as she hands the <span class="mu-g">BACKUUM</span> back over to you. “Not that I mind the attention, but who’s steering this thing anyways?”
“<span class="mu-s">MEMEMemeME!</span>”
<span class="mu-s">MEmemEMEME!
As both you and Talbot register what’s happening, you lock eyes for a split second before scampering off towards the cockpit like a pair of dogs at feeding time!
>CONTD.</span>
