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As your new pal awaits your decision, it dawns on you that he’s probably not gonna let you go if you ask nicely… thankfully this isn’t the first time you’ve been zip tied to a chair in this line of work!
As you start worming your way out of your restraints, you meet Jake’s scowl with one of your own! There’s a couple things I wanna know first, you reply! Number One: <span class="mu-s">WHERE’S THE PIZZAS?!</span>
“Delivered. Served. <span class="mu-i">Adequate.</span>” Replies your interrogator with a smug grin. Guess it’s genetic. “No thanks to <span class="mu-i">you</span>, of course. Despite your… <span class="mu-i">shenanigans</span> by the docks, we ended up doing what Mina planned regardless.”
Blinking in recognition, the VP retreats into the darkness for a moment before emerging with a <span class="mu-s">PAPER PLATE</span>... and <span class="mu-s">TWO SLICES OF STEAMING-HOT PEPPERONI!</span>
“Not the worst cardboard I’ve ever tasted,” the suited gentleman shrugs, “but it’ll do, I suppose.”
Hah! He eats <span class="mu-i">CARDBOARD?</span>
Jake doesn’t find it as funny as you do. Storming over to your chair to do something painful to your face, he freezes mid-stomp as an idea comes to mind! You didn’t quite realize it until he came close, but homeboy’s <span class="mu-i">TONED</span> underneath that dress shirt!
“You strike me as more of a fan of the ‘<span class="mu-i">STICK</span>’ than the ‘<span class="mu-i">CARROT</span>’, Mr. Crash…” He sneers before heading towards the corner of the room again! “Is that an accurate assessment?”
Still fumbling with your restraints, you respond with a confused shrug. Is… is he coming on to you or something?
“I’m a busy man, Mr. Crash-we’ve got a whole graduating class out there that needs to be supervised…” Fiddling with something in the shadows, Jake pauses to consider his own words. “Not to mention Mina counting on me to keep it running smoothly…”
Well he’s gonna have a tricky time of it hanging out down here with you, you snort! <span class="mu-i">GOT THE TIES!</span>
…wait, nope, now you’re cutting off circulation to your wrist… crap…
>CONTD.
