>>5787196“So… yea!” Libby concludes with a clap of her hands, “Any questions?”
Yyyyea, you stammer, <span class="mu-i">lots</span>... No offense, you add, but that was… a pretty lame explanation.
“Y-yea, well…” Hisses the goth through angry clenched teeth, “I’ll r-remember that when you need my help later on!”
Now it’s your turn to frown. You managed pretty well without her, though–sounds like <span class="mu-i">she</span> needed the help!
“<span class="mu-i">TCH!</span>” Snarls Libby, “... I-impudence…”
Well it doesn’t matter, you continue in a placating tone–you ask because you’ll need all the help you can get if Rivka ever comes back…
“Hmph! And you want <span class="mu-i">my</span> skills on your side, do you?” Asks Libby with a smug grin that’d give Pepper a run for her money, “I’ll <span class="mu-i">consider</span> it… <span class="mu-i">maybe</span>.”
“Don’t bother. I’ll put a bullet through her dome for <span class="mu-i">free</span>.” Grunts Chuck. “None of those shitty tranquilizer darts, that’s for sure…”
Hey, you counter, those darts probably saved your bacon back there–if she was operating at full-power, you… it would have been a <span class="mu-i">LOT</span> trickier to get the upper hand, that’s for sure!
“Yep,” Nods the groundskeeper with a hollow look in his eyes, “I’ve seen what pure maple syrup does to a Canadian... S’like a damn horror flick…”
Anyways, you sigh, does… can Chuck, like, keep you in the loop if he hears anything about Rivka? Surely he has some company buddies, or… when words fail you, aimless gesticulation with your hands succeeds!
“Yep, I got some pals.” The old man shrugs. “Hauser folk, war buddies… I’ll keep ya’ in the loop.” His bushy eyebrows lower a bit. “... but it’d be easier to stay in touch if ya’ helped me clean up the island…”
You’ll think about it, you reply with a pained shrug, but you’re also pretty sure your Uncle Emilio will kill you if you try to leave the pizza life… like <span class="mu-i">actually</span> kill you!
>CONTD. 