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This new, somber version of Blumenkrantz confuses you… <span class="mu-i">scares</span> you, even! To see the man that effortlessly threw you through a titanium bulkhead reduced to this, well…
It’s unnerving, to say the least!
You’ve always been a stubborn bitch, though, so rather than oblige the Chief of Security you instead march in front of the human monolith between him and the view of the bodies below and jab an accusatory finger at his bearded, stony face! Would it help if I shouted at you, you say with an impatient snarl and a look of determination on your face! Because right now I need your help, damn it!
“<span class="mu-i">Help.</span>” He repeats with a derisive snort. “I get the whole town killed and you’re coming to <span class="mu-i">ME</span> for he-”
<span class="mu-s">YES,</span> you interrupt, because he knows better than anyone that now’s not the time to curl up and whine about ‘<span class="mu-i">what if</span>’s–and if anyone’s gonna help you make this right, it’s Blumenkrantz!
Still stoic, the old man brushes you away with a meaty hand. “Fuck off, Parble. Everything you’ve accomplished in the past few days has been on your merit alone… between my poor judgment and everything else thrown at you you had every right to hole up like the others, but you fought anyway.”
He pauses.
“... you’re a far better soldier than I ever was. Don’t let this old dog drag you down into his muc-”
Blumenkrantz’ self-pity sesh is cut short by a quick, decisive slap to his weathered cheek. You had to jump to reach it, but the effect still sticks. Glaring at you with wide, disbelieving eyes behind his shades, Blumenkrantz’ whole body begins to quake with fresh unquenchable <span class="mu-s">RAGE.</span>
You can compare dick sizes later, you growl, standing firm against the storm looming over you, but right now you’ve still got a fight to win and you need <span class="mu-i">him</span>, damn it, not some whiny baby! The guy who messed up Christy’s still out there, damn it, and you can’t get him without Blumenkrantz!
Poised over you like an angry bearded tree, it dawns on you again just how <span class="mu-i">big</span> Blumenkrantz is when he plucks you off the ground by the scruff of your neck and brings you close to his clenched teeth!
“Alright you goddamn <span class="mu-i">psycho</span>,” He hisses with renewed vigor in his voice, “You’ve got me. Now what?”
A relieved smile slowly forms across your face. You’ll need some wings, you confidently reply, and a <span class="mu-i">pilot</span>.
“HMPH! Kid’s stuff!” Blumenkrantz snarls. “I’ll get ya’ something <span class="mu-s">BETTER.</span>”
>CONTD.
