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“Heh! Just a passing security guard…”
Oh for fuck’s sake… Following the smug laugh, you and Syb both find yourselves looking at an all-too-familiar cocksure ginger leaning against the side of the stairwell. So, you hiss as he slowly makes his way down, the serpent reveals itself!
“Come on, Stan,” He sighs as he runs a hand through his sweaty, orange bangs, “You know th-”
Whether the stairs were still damp from when your pals transferred you or he was too busy trying to look cool, the end result is the same: As his boot slips on the edge of a stair, Art immediately loses his footing and stumbles to the bottom!
“Are, erm…” Sybil mutters in a concerned, but still slightly embarrassed tone, “Are you alright, Artie?”
“Yea…” The Rent-A-Cop stammers as he struggles to maintain an aura of ‘<span class="mu-i">coolness</span>’, “I’m fine, uh… <span class="mu-i">babe</span>.”
Strutting over to your bed, Art gives his swooning beau a nod as she bites her lip in earnest. Seriously? You get all hot and bothered when he calls you ‘ba-
“A-after much debate,” Sybil interjects while simultaneously flicking your injured head, “We elected Arthur to step in in case of, well, complications.”
Doesn’t she mean ‘<span class="mu-i">Artie-</span>’<span class="mu-s">OW!</span>
“Like I was <span class="mu-i">saying</span>,” Art continues as Syb delivers another flick to your bump, “I’m not trying to take over or anything, Stan–we just think that you could use some help carrying the load, you know? Remember the mine-”
Yes, yes, you snarl, you <span class="mu-i">remember</span> the mine! And that worked out fine, remember?
“It almost didn’t.” He counters in a more serious tone. “But that doesn’t matter, does it? You already had me lead a squad to the <span class="mu-g">MUSEUM</span> and look how that turned out!”
Yea, you nod, they got chased off by a dinosaur and spent half the conversation <span class="mu-i">whining</span> about it!
“Sure,” Art deflects, “but we didn’t come back empty handed, did we?”
Before you can respond, your new <span class="mu-b">VICE OFFICER, APPARENTLY,</span> pulls out <span class="mu-i">another</span> rolled-up <span class="mu-g">SEA CLOAK</span> along with a <span class="mu-g">PECULIAR STAFF!</span> “You already know what the cloak does–we picked up two. Same with these staves–they’re the ones that fire <span class="mu-b">TRACKING MAGIC.</span>”
“Not bad, is he, Stanley?” Sybil asks, placing her hand to her cheek in subtle admiration. Sure, you shrug, but-
“Don’t worry–I already added both to the <span class="mu-b">PASTEBIN.</span> That thing’s a mess, by the way.”
Wait, how-
<span class="mu-b">INVENTORY PASTEBIN UPDATED!</span>
<span class="mu-i">DAMN, HE’S GOOD!</span>
>CONTD.
