You were ready for it last time and this one’s no different! Letting the street-savviness embedded into your genes take over once more, you swiftly spin around to face the interloper!
Raj, you groan, would it <span class="mu-i">kill</span> you to give a warning o-
The words scarcely exit your mouth before you spot something hurtling towards your face from the shadows surrounding you! Undaunted, your body goes into autopilot as your hand darts in front of you and <span class="mu-i">SNATCHES</span> the projectile right out of the air with two fingers!
Letting the cup fall to the forest floor, Pepper wastes no time in dropping from her perch and taking cover behind you! As she looks over your shoulder at the thing you caught, her dark blue eyes glance up at yours in wonder!
“What <span class="mu-i">is</span> that?”
It’s <span class="mu-i">sticky</span>, for starters… almost puttylike in texture… Pale with a hint of yellow… yep…
Bringing it to your lips, you give the gooey projectile a quick lick.
<span class="mu-i">Flour</span>.
“... <span class="mu-i">Pizza</span> dough?”
Thank god, right?
“Well, well, well…” croons an all-too-familiar voice from beyond the shadows, “Dee with a girl that’s way outta’ his league…”
Squinting into the darkness, you and Pepper’s efforts are rewarded by a pair of gaudy white cowboy boots approaching your position. And attached to them?
“If I had a quarter for every time I saw that!”
https://youtu.be/kXVqj89ikGMThey come attached to a slim, blonde guy with a spiky goatee, aviator shades, and the stupidest-looking snakeskin jacket you’ve ever seen worn over a blue graphic T. With a taunting chuckle, the fashion assassin flicks a weathered old quarter into the air and catches it on one of his knuckles!
Pepper sends an unsure glance your way. “Friend of yours?”
<span class="mu-i">Used</span> to be, you sigh, his na-
“<span class="mu-s">SLICE OF HEAVEN’S</span> Golden Boy!” He interrupts as he sends the quarter into the air once more! “The guys call me ‘<span class="mu-i">SIR</span>’,”
The quarter lands on his knuckles as he continues his approach.
“The ladies call me ‘<span class="mu-i">DON’T STAWWWP!</span>” He croons in a falsetto voice as the quarter goes airborne again!
“But <span class="mu-i">you</span>, babe, can call me ‘<span class="mu-i">THE TORTURER</span>...” Concludes the intruder as he stops in front of the two of you, “Because I know <span class="mu-i">aaaallll</span> the right ways to make you <span class="mu-i">screa-</span>”
His name’s <span class="mu-s">RODNEY,</span> you groan as you push the creep’s face back with two of your fingers, <span class="mu-s">RODNEY BASH.</span> Just ignore him and he’ll go away.
“Oh, if only it were that easy, Dee!”
It <span class="mu-i">is</span> that easy. Go away.
“No!”
Great…
>CONTD. 