>>6220173“Suit yerself!” Replies one of the Moleggs as he plucks TT off the floor like an unruly kitten! “Not a bad job trackin’ em all down yourself…”
“What’s <span class="mu-i">this</span> one?” Asks the Skog as he pokes a finger at a still sullen-looking Rezzie! Be careful, you warn, she <span class="mu-i">bites</span>!
“My kinda lady…” He snickers before giving Rezalith a wink!
https://youtu.be/SCeKn8uEh_oAs your impromptu parade snakes through the casino’s underbelly, you can’t help but tense up a bit as more and more patrols join in! By the time you start climbing up a winding passage, you must have at least <span class="mu-r">RED</span> sentries in your conga line… each one looking like they graduated with honors from the University of Absolutely <span class="mu-i">KILLING YOU</span> if They So Choose!
Culminating in a long hallway, you swallow the sizable lump forming in your throat as you’re greeted by <span class="mu-r">TEN MORE GOONS</span>, two of which stand on either side of the corridor next to the walls! Still dangling from the mook’s claw, TT gives you a sullen glance as you’re marched forward–the sweet, sweet sound of music trickling through what you assume is a door up ahead!
Feeling a familiar tingle in your teeth as you approach the door, you stop as one of the sentries raps his knuckles in a pattern against the door:
One two… three… Four Five!
As the doors open inwards, you’re greeted by the tail-end of a sorrowful ballad from the stage far below! Stepping inside, it only takes you a minute to notice the four guards flanking the entrance, but it takes you another to realize that they’re…
Reverently listening!?
One final minute goes by before you understand why: Lutza’s dulcet voice from below is accompanied in the booth by a low, rumbling voice straight out of a country music album… and as its owner sways along to the sad beat while two Mzz’goe’virr floozies accompany him on cymbal-esque instruments, it dawns on you that the colossal crooner in front of you is not only <span class="mu-r">ROLO</span>...
“<span class="mu-i">SOOO LOOOOONG! GOOOD BYYYYYYYEE!!</span>”
“<span class="mu-i">SOOO LOOOOONG! GOOOD BYYYYEE!!</span>”
But he’s a Molegg as well! And a BIG one at that!
“<span class="mu-i">NO MOOORE! DON’T CRYYY! JUST REMEMBER OUURR SWEET LULLABYYYYYYYYYYY!</span>”
“<span class="mu-i">NO MOOORE! DON’T CRYYY! JUST REMEMBER OUUURR SWEET LULLABYYYY!</span>”
As the crowd erupts in the theater below, so too does the room so inaccurately referred to as a ‘booth’! But while Lutza rakes in the applause and adoration of the casinogoers, Rolo basks in the praise from his goons! Bowing his giant body until the final clap, the musical Molegg lets out a satisfied sigh as he flops back onto a couch with his Mzz’goe’virr gals!
Willikers!
>CONTD. 