>>5179045>>5179104>>5179334>>5179551>LET’S CUT A BETTER DEAL. (LITERALLY)You pulled out your knife best equipped for ABSTRACT THINKING, (definitely the FILETING KNIFE) and cut the DEAL in HALF. The gossipmonger looked on in surprise; though you were sure that a PSYCHIC like him would be familiar with HYPERBOLIC GEOMETRY.
“That’s not fair!” he said, balling his fists. The air around him began to fill with PSYCHAL GLITTER as he started to conjure up a TELEPATHIC RAGE. “You can’t do that!”
But you DID. However, exploits in reality like these were FROWNED UPON by the MATHEMATIC INQUISITION; those squares already didn’t like you, you didn’t need things any WORSE. They were PAYING YOUR SALARY here, anyway; or at least were supposed to.
“Fifty tickets.” he growled, letting out a deep breath. The chromatic aberration around him began to subside as he relaxed. “That’s as good as it’ll get. Try anything else and I’ll make sure Mostpious comes after you himself.”
You weren’t particularly PLEASED about the telepath knowing who your EMPLOYER was, but there wasn’t much you could’ve done; this guy could DIG FOR SECRETS like nobody else you’d met before. Figures; it was his JOB, after all.
Fifty tickets was still a steep price. You didn’t have much more than that to your name at the moment.
>FIFTY TICKETS? FINE.>MAYBE I CAN DO SOMETHING FOR YOU.>SPILL THE SECRETS OR YOU DIE.>SOMETHING ELSE? WRITE-IN? 