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You’re not exactly eager to broach the whole ‘<span class="mu-i">traitor</span>’ thing just yet, so you opt to take a detour! you’ve been gone for a while–what’s the gang been up to while you were <span class="mu-b">T.C.O.B?</span>
“Well,” Syb begins, “W-”
<span class="mu-b">T.C.O.B</span> meaning <span class="mu-b">’TAKIN’ CARE OF BIDNESS,’</span> that i-
“I <span class="mu-i">know</span> what it means, Stan.” Syb interjects, clearly not amused by your interruption. “And to answer your question, not too much, I’m afraid…”
<span class="mu-s">SLACKERS,</span> you shout, prompting <span class="mu-r">STANLEY</span> to bolt from under your coat and skitter for the crack behind the <span class="mu-g">TV STAND!</span> So they’ve just been <span class="mu-i">GOOFING OFF</span> while you sat through, like, <span class="mu-i">twenty</span> meetings!? Is this what it feels like to be a parent?!
“You can’t really blame them–the team’s been through quite a bit in the past few days.” Syb argues as she rubs her temples. “Not all of us are rejuvenated by <span class="mu-b">MAGICAL MARROW,</span> you know.”
You feel the <span class="mu-b">FLASK OF MARROW SERUM</span> jostle around in your pocket. No, you mutter, no you aren’t…
“In any case,” Sybil continues, “When you went to meet your employer, we were approached by those ridiculous robe-wearing <span class="mu-g">ORDER</span> creeps.” A disgusted look creeps across Syb’s face as you flash back to the last time Curt’s cronies cornered you in an alley.
“Buncha’ kooks…” Ly states, earning a nod from both you and Syb. Couldn’t agree more!
“They didn’t stay long, thankfully. Apparently we’re invited to some kind of <span class="mu-g">GALA</span> they’re throwing this evening after successfully reinforcing the <span class="mu-b">BARRIER</span> around this bunker.” Syb punctuates her sentence with a practiced eyeroll. “<span class="mu-i">Exciting,</span> I know.”
You respond with a shrug. It <span class="mu-i">COULD</span> be, you retort! Think of all the mischief!
“Now <span class="mu-i">that</span> would be worth the price of admission…” The Goth admits as a devious grin forms on her face. “B-but we’re too busy, Stan, and for all we know Curt is <span class="mu-i">expecting</span> us to make fools of ourselves…” And just like that the smile is gone. “Not to mention <span class="mu-r">’YOU-KNOW-WHO’</span> will most definitely be there…”
Your fist starts shaking before she even finishes. <span class="mu-r">BORIS!</span>
“We have far bigger things to deal with, Stan.” Syb sighs with a shake of her head. “But if you <span class="mu-i">do</span> decide to attend, I’m <span class="mu-s">going</span>. That’s final.”
After how entertaining she was at the saloon last night, how could you not?
“Urgh… I didn’t make <span class="mu-i">too</span> much of an embarrassment of myself, did I?”
You uh… you plead the filth…
>CONTD.
