>>5246097"An' just who the hell be askin?" Roars a shirtless skeleton who probably looked rather impressive back when he had muscles and skin. Stomping over to the newcomer, the pirate jabs an accusatory finger into his chest, causing the whole restaurant to fall silent! “Ye be actin’ mighty tough for an’ overgrown game hen! Why-”
He never gets a chance to finish. Delivering a jaw-crushing uppercut to the belligerent buccaneer, the newcomer sends his critic’s skull sailing upwards like a golf ball before it smashes into powder on impact with the roof! Snarling at the rest of the restaurant patrons, the turkey gnashes his beak a few times as two more freakish animal-gamations take position at his sides!
“This <span class="mu-i">GAME HEN,</span>” He gobbles, sending a look that could kill across the room, “is <span class="mu-r">THE PACK CHIEF: TORY THE TERRIBLE!</span> GOB!”
“Holy <span class="mu-i">SHIT</span>!” Hisses Mitzi as she takes another steadying sip from her tankard, “Didn’t you <span class="mu-i">kill</span> his bro, Sta-”
Before she can finish asking the obvious, Mitz is cut off by Tory’s snakelike head slithering to a halt between the two of you! Scrunching his beak in displeasure, he takes a moment to search your face as another menacing gobble escapes his nonexistent lips!
“<span class="mu-s">GOB!</span> You… you <span class="mu-i">GOB</span> something to say, <span class="mu-i">Admiral Alkie?!</span> Hmm….” He sniffs. “... you smell anything <span class="mu-i">off</span> about this one, boys?”
“Jus’ <span class="mu-b">CINNAMON,</span> boss!” Barks a goon with an alligator skull!
“An’ <span class="mu-b">SUGAR!</span>” Hisses the other resembling a jungle cat!
“Hrm…” Spits Tory as he eyes you warily, “Yea… but there’s something else there… something <span class="mu-i">familiar…</span>”
Feeling the whole restaurant’s eyes burning into you, your heart plummets deep into your bowels when you notice <span class="mu-i">another</span> familiar beast clinging to the ceiling above you! Watching the situation unfold with mild interest, Lil’ Stanley uses your newfound fame to inch closer towards where the ceiling meets the kitchen’s door frame! Backstabbing fuzzball!
“<span class="mu-s">HEY!</span>” Tory clucks, bringing you back into the moment, “What the <span class="mu-i">PLUCK’S</span> your deal, anyways? You <span class="mu-i">SHMUCK</span>aneers raid a <span class="mu-i">CEREAL FACTORY</span> or something?! <span class="mu-s">GOB!</span>”
All eye sockets are on you–you’ve gotta do <span class="mu-i">some</span>thing, but what?!
>OFFER CONDOLENCES FOR HIS BROTHER!>TELL HIM HIS BROTHER WAS A LITTLE BITCH!>GLASS HIM!>DISTRACT THEM WITH LIL’ STANLEY! LOOK! A WILD ANIMAL!>LET MITZI TAKE THE LEAD!>PLAY CHICKEN WITH THIS TURKEY–HE THINKS HE’S TOUGH, HUH?>OFFER HIM A DRINK! YOU’RE NOT BUYING, APPARENTLY!>ASK HIM ABOUT THE PLAN!>WRITE-IN! 