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Stop the damn boat, is what! Pouncing on the wheel like a cat hunting a laser pointer, you land face-first on the steering column and deftly manage to yank the throttle back to neutral! As the vessel slows to a halt, you scramble back to your feet and jab a finger in Talbot’s <span class="mu-i">DUMB</span> face! Is he <span class="mu-i">TRYING</span> to get you killed!?
“Not as hard as <span class="mu-i">YOU</span> are!” Ducking his attempt to flick your forehead, you dropkick your ex-bodyguard in the solar plexus just in time for Sybil to blink into the cockpit with a concerned look on her face!
“We’re safer now, but not safe-oh <span class="mu-i">good</span>, you’re fighting again. What a surprise.”
“Yea…” Scoffs Mitz as <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY</span> abandons Talbot and skitters out the door, “You guys mind dealing with your relationship problems <span class="mu-i">AFTER</span> we avoid getting blown up?”
“If one of those things bumps us, we’re fish food!” Snarls Talbot as he sweeps your legs with a sneaky tentacle! “And guess what’s gonna happen if we sit still in a <span class="mu-s">FRIGGIN’ MINEFIELD!?</span>”
Will he quit being a <span class="mu-i">diva</span> for a second, here!? Gnashing your teeth at the tentacle, you attempt a few kip-ups, but after only managing to hurt your tummy, you opt to climb to your feet instead. Like you were <span class="mu-i">saying</span>, you sigh, it’s not like the mines are going <span class="mu-i">fast–</span> they’re only really dangerous if you keep blasting through them like a friggin’ <span class="mu-i">IDIOT!</span>
Before you can argue further, you and the rest of the crew nearly jump through the ceiling at the sound of a low grinding noise along the port side of the boat–that’s the left, right?
“Yep! Nice job, cupcake!”
Anyways, you continue, bolstered by renewed self-confidence <span class="mu-i">and</span> the fact that you didn’t just explode, now that you’re stopped you can just, like, push the mines out of the way a bit!
“How the hell are we supposed to do <span class="mu-i">that</span>, <span class="mu-i">CRAPtain</span>?!” Asks Talbot as a frown forms on his face. “<span class="mu-i">Blow</span> on them until they leave?”
An uncomfortable silence falls over the cockpit.
<span class="mu-b">A FEW MINUTES LATER…</span>
“Alright, I’ll admit it–that was a pretty good idea!”
<span class="mu-i">Right</span>? Blowing the last lingering mine a healthy distance away from the boat with your <span class="mu-g">BACKUUM 1000,</span> you exchange grins with Talbot as he shoves the last one on his side away with a tentacle!
“Yep,” the boy nods, letting the breeze tousle his red mop top hair, “Glad I thought of it!”
Like <span class="mu-i">HELL</span> he did!
>CONTD.
