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You opt to start with the <span class="mu-i">soft</span> questions–that talk with Christy has had you looking over your shoulder ever since you left! Snatching a fresh handful of <span class="mu-g">BERRY JAM</span> in your hand despite protests from your new pet, you shove the fruity mixture into your mouth to the abject horror of both your interrogatee and the jailer before getting down to, as you refer to it, ‘<span class="mu-i">BRASS TACKS.</span>’
What, you begin between smacking your lips, was she doing this whole time anyways? If she was just loafing around in your god<span class="mu-s">DAMN</span> tub-
“<span class="mu-i">N-n-NO!</span>” Denise screeches in a pitch just below glass-shattering, “<span class="mu-i">I-I-I-I-I-</span>”
Hold it, you groan as you motion for the dork to pause, she’s <span class="mu-b">EXPLAINING</span> something, right? Didn’t she say her stuttering turns off when she does that, or whatever?
“<span class="mu-i">W-well it’s only if it’s a SCIENTIFIC explana-</span>”
Then <span class="mu-s">PRETEND,</span> you groan, earning a hiss from the raccoon still stuffed down the front of your coat. You <span class="mu-i">really</span> need to scrounge up one of those baby harness things after this…
“<span class="mu-i">O-OKAY!</span>” Denise nods with an uncharacteristic look of determination on her sweaty, tattoo-stuffed face! “<span class="mu-i">L-like I was saying, I was NOT loafing around in your tub! No sir!</span>”
Resolving to make Talbot scrub the bathroom for blonde hairs later, you begrudgingly motion for the dweeb to continue. Supposing you DO believe her–what <span class="mu-i">DID</span> she spend all that time doing?
“<span class="mu-i">R-RESEARCH!</span>” She responds with a twinkle in her eye! Spotting Jun going for his baton, you stealthily wave him off–not <span class="mu-i">yet</span>... What research, exactly?
“<span class="mu-i">On th-the E.B.B COMPOUND, of course! ‘EVERYTHING BUT BONE’!</span>” Denise explains in the voice of someone <span class="mu-i">way</span> too stoked to be working with <span class="mu-r">FLESH-EATING CHEMICALS.</span> “<span class="mu-i">W-we developed it in my l-lab on th-the orders of the GENERAL, remember? H-he wanted to use it at the DAM…</span>”
<span class="mu-s">DUH,</span> you exclaim, you were <span class="mu-i">THERE</span>! That was the part where Art came back, too! It was a big deal!
“<span class="mu-i">R-right, well…</span>” The scientist stammers, “<span class="mu-i">M-my colleagues and I knew what our work would be used for, of course, s-so we were ALSO producing a s-SIMILAR COMPOUND simultaneously: the N.B.B COMPOUND! ‘NOTHING BUT BO-’</span>”
<span class="mu-s">ENGLISH, NERD!</span> You roar, sending <span class="mu-r">STANLEY</span> skittering deeper into your duds!
“<span class="mu-i">I… I was t-TELLING you…</span>” Denise whimpers with a confused look on her face, “<span class="mu-i">Y-you uh… you interrupted me…</span>”
Oh, you grunt, keep going then. ‘Sorry’!
>CONTD.
