>>5238262“Wait.” Eddie continues, “Stan’s got that <span class="mu-g">CLOAK,</span> right!? And we’ve got a landmark-”
“<span class="mu-g">PITCHFORK ROCK.</span>” Mitzi interrupts. “Might as well call it ‘<span class="mu-i">The Meat Grinder</span>’ given how dangerous it is, though.”
“Yea, but that hasn’t stopped us yet!” Eddie fires back! “All we gotta do is head to the beach, find a boat, then head out there–bad guys won’t know what hit ‘em!”
“I dunno…” Art mutters, “Still feels like a ‘<span class="mu-i">hay in the needlestack</span>’ deal to me.”
“And as fond as I am of Stanley running off on her own,” Sybil adds in a sharp tone, “We have no clue how powerful this <span class="mu-r">WITCH</span> is. That <span class="mu-g">SEA CLOAK</span> of hers should protect her from drowning, but what about the rest of us? How are we supposed to aid her above water?”
“Yea,” Talbot grunts, “Don’t know if you guys remember or not, but I totally kicked Stan’s butt in that saloon brawl the other night–she’s a tough cookie, but she ain’t <span class="mu-i">that</span> tough!”
Prick!
“<span class="mu-i">W-w-we c-could always s-split up… W-w-we have r-radios…</span>” Squeaks Denise from outside the circle.
“Sure,” Mitzi shrugs, “Just whip up some wheels and we’ll meet back here in an hour, right?”
“I’ve got my bike.” Gus grunts, jabbing a thumb towards his <span class="mu-g">DELIVERY BIKE</span> sitting a few feet away.
“... Where the heck did you find that?” Art asks with a hint of concern in his voice. “Weren’t you kidnapped?”
Gus responds with a noncommittal shrug. Alrighty then. “I can take, like, two or three people once we drop Marce’ off. Gonna be cramped until then.”
“At any rate, we’ve got <span class="mu-r">ONE MORE LIEUTENANT</span> left, Stanley.” Sybil says, effectively summarizing the situation. “We can’t afford to slip up now, but there are clearly several different ways to, well, filet this fish.”
Yea, you nod, weighing your options, but quit it with the food metrovores, okay? You’re gonna make ‘<span class="mu-i">YOU-KNOW-WHO</span>’ hungry!
“You mean…” Art asks, glancing towards the raccoon stuffed head-first into a bag of <span class="mu-g">PICKLE CHIPS.</span> No, <span class="mu-i">MORON</span>, you’re talking about <span class="mu-i">THIS BITCH,</span> you snap, jabbing a thumb at your face!
Anyways, you sigh, you think you have an idea:
https://youtu.be/KgvFmhP7GMs<span class="mu-b">FIRST OF ALL, DO YOU:</span>
>STAY TOGETHER!>SPLIT THE PARTY! WHO SHOULD GO WHERE? CHOICES INCLUDE:>STAN>ART>SYBIL>MITZI>LIL’ STANLEY>TUCKER>EDDIE>KIKI>GUS>DENISE>TALBOT<span class="mu-b">SECONDLY, TRAVEL OPTIONS:</span>
>HEAD TO THE MUSEUM FOR CLUES, GEAR, AND A SUBMARINE, MAYBE!>GO TO THE UNIVERSITY FOR EXPERT ADVICE AND A BOAT, AT LEAST!>HIT THE BEACH AND TRY TO CALL YOUR FISH PAL, LUDWIG! THE FUR-BEARIN’ CATFISH WILL SURELY HELP YOU OUT AGAIN!>SEEK OUT PITCHFORK ROCK–MITZI COULD PROBABLY POINT YOU IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION IF YOU DON’T MIND A SWIM!>WRITE-IN! 