>>5699345You don’t believe in telepathy or anything, but as you and Pepper exchange panicked glances, you were almost certain you both just agreed on killing the skater through some kind of <span class="mu-s">MENTAL LINK!</span>
“It’s goin’, man… you shoulda’ seen the kickflip I did earlier…”
“Got any more left in ya? I’ve been dyin’ to see one…”
“The night is young, bro… the night is young!”
Wait a second, you stammer, is… you’re okay with Raj wearing the uh… uniform?
“Buddy, if you know Raj you know he’s doing stuff like this all the time.” Shrugs the bouncer as he hands you back your document. “We all learned to stop trying to make sense of it back in Freshman Year.”
“What can I say?” Asks the skater as he gives you a lighthearted shrug, “I got a rep, dude!”
Oh, you say with a few confused blinks, cool!
“Yep.” Whistling for a few pals, the bouncer and his companions hold their arms out expectantly. You’re about to give one of them a high-five when the ringleader speaks up:
“You’re good, man-we’ll take the pizza off your hands!”
<span class="mu-i">EEEEH?</span>
The DisCo guards raise their eyebrows in perfect sync.
“There a problem with that?”
A <span class="mu-i">PROBLEM</span>, you gasp as you feel Pepper’s stare boring holes into the back of your head, hell yea there is! You were sent here to deliver these to <span class="mu-s">MINA HAUSER!</span> Taking a moment to confirm first, you jab an accusatory finger at the group of guards! None of them look like <span class="mu-s">MINA HAUSER!</span>
“Yea, about that…” sighs the lead DisCo, “Jake called earlier and said she told <span class="mu-i">him</span> that she didn’t want you to miss the ferry home, so she figured you could just drop the food here and head home!”
Yea <span class="mu-i">RIGHT</span>, you snarl, your pointed finger now <span class="mu-i">shaking</span> with growing <span class="mu-s">IRISH-ITALIAN RAGE!</span> And how exactly are you supposed to get <span class="mu-s">PAID,</span> huh!?
“Right, she mentioned that too.” Continues the goon in a surprisingly calm tone! “She wanted to change the deal with the guy she placed the order with, but no one was answering the phone.”
Well of <span class="mu-i">COURSE</span> no one is, you groan, it’s sundown-your uncle’s probably blackout drunk by now!
“She made it a point to tell you that she’s sorry about the trouble,” Adds the guard, “But she’s prepared to pay your restaurant tomorrow along with uh…. What was it again, Sally?”
“Here ya go, Rich.” Responds another bald goon as she produces a <span class="mu-s">NOTE</span> from her white suit. Handing it over to you, you read it quickly and feel the color drain from your face.
“<span class="mu-s">30% TIP</span> <span class="mu-i">AND</span> a ‘<span class="mu-s">LATE PAYMENT BONUS?</span>” Remarks the lead goon with an impressed whistle, “Not bad, man! Plus you don’t have to lug all this crap into the house!”
“You lucked out, dude!” Adds Raj, clearly not registering the sheer <span class="mu-s">ANGER</span> in your eyes!
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