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With an exaggerated eye roll, of course! Taking a few steps back so that everyone can get a look, you pair the gesture with the most irritated groan you can muster under pressure as you reluctantly hold out your free hand towards the sweat-soaked scientist on the ground.
Y’know, you growl as Denise’s clammy hand clasps yours, you guys can be real <span class="mu-s">BONEHEADS</span>, you know that?
“Uh, too soon?” Art interjects, backing off when you shoot him a disapproving glare. He doesn’t even know what’s happening here, does he?
“What’s happening,” Talbot snarls with a menacing crack of his knuckles, “is <span class="mu-i">Nerdy Nelly</span> here’s about to answer for everything she’s done to me!” Jeez louise, is he <span class="mu-i">still</span> pissed off about becoming an <span class="mu-r">INDESTRUCTIBLE MURDER MACHINE?</span> For <span class="mu-i">FREE?</span>
“Y-yea, well…” He stammers, clearly taken off-guard, “I uh… I mean when you put it like that…”
Look, you continue as you help the dork in question to her shaky feet, you get it, okay? She pissed him off and he wants justice–no one understands that better than you!
“Yea, but-”
But <span class="mu-i">NOTHING,</span> you snap! You know who <span class="mu-s">ELSE</span> gets it? <span class="mu-i">THIS</span> dweeb! Jabbing your raccoon-toting hand in Denise’s direction, the scientist recoils in fear as <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY</span> hisses at her between licking the mystery meat can clean!
“Still doesn’t explain why she was creepin’ around like a goblin, though, does it?” Mitzi asks, crossing her arms at Talbot’s side.
“<span class="mu-i">AND</span> gathering stuff!” Eddie adds with an energetic nod! “What’s she planning, anyways? She just made weird noises when we asked!”
<span class="mu-s">FINE,</span> you groan, they really wanna know what’s going on here? <span class="mu-i">REALLY?</span>
“I mean… it’d be <span class="mu-i">nice</span>...” Art shrugs.
“I honestly just wanna give her a swirlie, but sure.” Talbot grunts.
“I just came to see what the ruckus was about.” Mitzi adds as she squeezes some water from her still-damp hair. “I blame peer pressure, mostly.”
Okay, you sigh, giving Denise a faux-resigned look. If she catches on, she sure as hell doesn’t show it. The truth is, you continue as she takes cover behind you, Denise was working on something. Something that no one was supposed to find out about.
“<span class="mu-i">S-Stan… P-PPlease…</span>” The geek whimpers as her sweaty hands clasp around your ankle.
“W-working on something?” Tucker asks as the rest of the group listens with interest, “Wh-what?”
Adding one last sigh for good measure, you give them all a defeated nod before opening your mouth.
“Stan,” Ly hisses, “Don’t-”
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