>>5359506Since we’re on the subject, you continue, what’s <span class="mu-i">HE</span> gonna be doing while you’re smashing heads?
“Hah! Well I sure as hell won’t be on the front lines, that’s fer’ damn sure!” Pete laughs! “I reckon I’ll help coordinate with those folks in that <span class="mu-g">BUNKER</span>--tucked safely away from the trouble, naturally.”
Yea, you scoff, nice and cozy and curled up with a mug of cocoa, right?
“Now <span class="mu-i">there’s</span> an idea…” Muses the old man as he runs his fingers through his beard in thought. “Heard from your pal Artie that those bunker folks will be standing by tomorrow for an attack on <span class="mu-g">CITY HALL–</span> they figure once the <span class="mu-b">PORTAL</span> to the <span class="mu-r">FORTRESS</span> is locked down things will get a whole lot easier.”
Art said that? Oh boy…
“Yep, heard it from someone called ‘<span class="mu-i">Blumingkravs</span>’ or somethin’ like that. I think he was security or something?”
Right, you shiver at the mention of Blumenkrantz’ almost-name. He’s definitely security… or something.
“Well anyways,” Pete concludes as if sharing his vacation itinerary with you, “that’s my plan so far. If you need a pilot, though, I’ll come find ya’ tomorrow.”
Right, you frown, if things get crazy.
“Knock on wood, kid.” He orders, rapping his knuckles on the pallet next to him.
Yea, you mutter, and uh… thanks, Pete. For everything.
“Hey, I help you guys, you save the day!” He laughs as the two of you get up and leave your meeting place. “Sounds like a win-win to me!”
Making your way back to the bar, you find your dermally-challenged friends engaged in a fierce debate where you last left them!
“It’d look <span class="mu-i">ridiculous</span>.” Asserts Paulie prompting a weary groan from Stripes!
“You already look <span class="mu-i">ridiculous!</span>” He counters!
“Better than you, ya’ spaz! So what, you’d just let it hang out all the time? <span class="mu-i">Wigglin’</span>? Come on, now!”
Hey, you stammer with a mix of fear and interest, what’s everyone talking about?
“Oh, sis! Perfect timin’!” Stripes exclaims excitedly, “Question: would you, or would you not, wanna be born wit’ a <span class="mu-s">TAIL</span>?”
“Listen to dis’ idiot…” Paulie groans as Ike leans in to take your order, “Or don’t. Save yer’ brain from rottin’.”
<span class="mu-b">QUESTION 1: TAIL OR NO TAIL?!</span>
>YES TAIL!>NO TAIL!>DEPENDS ON THE TAIL!>I PLEAT THE FILTH!>WRITE-IN!<span class="mu-b">QUESTION 2: WHAT NEXT?</span>
>TALK TO STRIPES!>HIT UP HAULIE-PAULIE!>CHAT WITH IKE!>HEAD SOMEWHERE ELSE!>WRITE-IN!<span class="mu-b">QUESTION 3: WHATCHA’ DRINKIN’ NOW?</span>
>BEER!>STRAIGHT LIQUOR (VODKA? WHISKEY? TEQUILA? SOMETHING ELSE?)>COCKTAIL! (WHICH ONE?)>YOU’RE GOOD!>WRITE-IN! 