>>5289001Alright, alright, alright, you groan as your skeleton broods quietly beneath your skin, what’s his point anyways? You’ll probably listen this time, honest!
“As I was sayin’,” says Ly, “Da’ last time we really heard from da’ guy was on dat’ weird <span class="mu-g">ASTRAL TRIP,</span> yea? But there’s no tellin’ if dat’ was even real or some kinda hallucination!”
You remember <span class="mu-i">saving</span> his ass–that seemed real enough to you!
“An’ dat’ was <span class="mu-i">appreciated</span>--never said it wasn’t!” Ly counters defensively! “But come on, Stan–don’t tell me ya’ didn’t expect da’ guy ta’ gloat a bit more! We’ve taken down nearly every member of his <span class="mu-r">FAN CLUB–</span> did he strike ya’ as da’ guy ta’ just… let dat’ go?”
A frown forms on your brow as you give Ly’s point a good <span class="mu-i">think</span>. He <span class="mu-i">did</span> strike you as pretty dramatic, yea, and there’s been a severe lack of ‘<span class="mu-i">You Haven’t Won Yet</span>’ speeches!
“See, dat’s what I’m thinkin’.” Ly concludes. “An’ da’ worst part is dat’ I can’t tell if he doesn’t care, can’t communicate wit’ us, or is <span class="mu-i">plannin’</span> somethin’. All of dose’ send a shiver down my spine…”
Oh man, and you’re <span class="mu-i">sharing</span> that spine! Yikes! As Ly’s words sink into your brain, you ask if he has any ideas on how to deal with it.
“Not a clue…” Ly replies in a defeated voice. “Honestly I think we’ve done pretty well so far–no one’s kicked da’ bucket yet… not <span class="mu-i">permanently</span>, at least, an’ da’ team seems ta’ respect us for da’ most part.”
Yea, you snort, except for their little pow-wow appointing Art as your <span class="mu-i">replacement</span>! And what was <span class="mu-i">he</span> doing there, huh?
“Aw come on… I <span class="mu-i">never</span> get ta’ talk wit’ da’ others!” Your skeleton whines. “I was gonna tell ya, honest! Syb just, ya know… beat me to da’ punch!” When that doesn’t erase the mean look on your face, your skeleton continues. “Relax, Stan–they ain’t out ta’ replace ya’. If anyone up there thought you was a bad leader, they’da hit da’ road by now.”
They <span class="mu-i">better</span> have, you snarl! You want out of the crew, you get <span class="mu-i">BEAT</span> out! That’s the rule!
“Don’t recall establishin’ dat’, but noted.” Ly sighs. “Anyways,” He continues, “Didn’t mean ta’ take da’ wind outta’ yer’ sails. Dat’s just, uh… just been on my mind, is all.”
Hey, you shrug, it’s a valid point. You barely know the guy, but <span class="mu-r">TIM</span> strikes you as a ‘<span class="mu-i">dramatic monologue</span>’ kind of dude… and the more you think about it the more it itches the back of your brain…
“Let’s uh… let’s just change da’ subject.” Ly suggests, snapping you back to reality. Ope, there goes gravity. “What’s uh… what’s on <span class="mu-i">your</span> mind, kid?”
Well...
>CONTD. 