>>5370232"Alright, honeybuns, I’m on the clock here, okay? Ciao!" Giving the headset another exaggerated kiss, the speaker lets out a drawn-out sigh before giving your cheek another poke with their sharp object. A knife? Nah, too thin--an ice pick?
"Poor wittle Stanley... guess that sewage really did a number on ya', huh? Well hey, if you have any objections to me carving you open and drinking all your <span class="mu-b">MAGICAL MARROW,</span> say '<span class="mu-i">pinecone</span>'! No? Atta' girl, nose to the grindstone, I like that... Hokay, here goes..."
Before you can do anything, you see a long, thin blur dart towards your right elbow!
<span class="mu-b">ROLL 1d100-2 (+3 BUNNY SUIT, +5 DEMON STRENGTH, +5 BONE SPEED, -5 SPEAKER SPEED, -10 ACTUALLY STILL OUT OF IT FROM THE SEWAGE) TO STOP THEM! UNLESS YOU WANT THEM TO CUT YOU, FOR SOME WEIRD REASON! SICKO! I'LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS! If you've got anything to say to interrupt them with, WRITE IT IN!</span>
