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Okay, you sigh as the team assembles in the back of the van, time to figure out our next destination!
“Yep,” Art groans, “You said the exact same thing two minutes ago before we moved over here.”
And you’ll say it <span class="mu-i">again</span>, you snarl, so shaddap and listen! Heeding your order, Art and the others look your way for your next instructions!
Err… any suggestions on where to go next? Ever the eager beaver, Sybil’s pale hand is the first to shoot into the air. Go!
“Like I mentioned before, Stan, <span class="mu-g">THE MUSEU-</span>”
Oh boy, you interject, here we go again…
“<span class="mu-i">AHEM</span>...” She retorts, sending a cold, hard stare your way, “<span class="mu-g">THE MUSEUM</span> was the last and only known location where <span class="mu-r">THE SEA WITCH’S</span> lackeys were spotted–even if we don’t run into them, I’m certain we’ll find a clue or two as to why they were there in the first place.”
“Yea,” Eddie nods, “or maybe they left something behind! Like a <span class="mu-g">SUBMARINE</span> or something!”
“Nice of ‘em to carry it all the way from the water.” Mitzi says with a toothy grin. “If we’re looking for clues, why don’t we visit that <span class="mu-g">PROFESSOR</span> at the <span class="mu-g">UNIVERSITY?</span> The occult dude, or whatever?”
“True,” Art shrugs, “But there’s no telling whether or not that guy knows about <span class="mu-g">ATLANTIS</span> or wherever the hell we’re running off to. Still,” he adds, “They <span class="mu-i">do</span> have that <span class="mu-g">MARINE BIO</span> department there–at the very least we could probably grab a boat.”
“Yyyyea, not really keen on going back there.” Eddie winces.
“Seconded.” Tucker nods, “Besides, isn’t Stan friends with that <span class="mu-g">GIANT FISH</span> now? Maybe he could come pick us up.”
“I don’t know about you, Tucker,” Sybil replies, “But I’m still not entirely sure that happened–and there’s no guarantee he’ll help us if that <span class="mu-r">SEA DEMON</span> is still lurking offshore.”
“Not after the thrashing <span class="mu-i">I</span> gave him!” Talbot boasts as he puffs out his chest! “That thing’s probably fried calamari by now!”
“Pretty sure the <span class="mu-i">explosion</span> did that, not you.” Eddie mumbles, earning a glare from your ex-bodyguard.
>CONTD.
