>>5234879“At any rate, we know you and your team are busy,” Woj… Wock… the <span class="mu-i">goon</span> continues, “So please leave the medevac to us–you’ve done… <span class="mu-i">more</span> than enough.” He concludes, sending a puzzled glance at the collapsed, burning remains of the gallery and the growing ice cream social down the street. “Were there any questions you needed answered, or can my team get to work?”
Well, you mutter, glancing at the skull on the bench beside you…
>TELL THEM TO GO EASY ON JED–HE PROVIDED EXTRA INTEL!>SHARE THE INTEL FROM JED, BUT LET THEM DO WHAT THEY WANT! SERVES HIM RIGHT!>HOW DO YOU KNOW THESE GUYS ARE THE REAL MCCOY, ANYWAYS?>WHAT DO THEY PLAN ON DOING WITH EVERYONE, ANYWAYS?>DO THEY WANT AN ICE CREAM, OR SOMETHING?>NAH–YOU DO YOUR THING!>WRITE-IN!<span class="mu-b">BONEUS QUESTION: WHO RUNS UP TO GIVE YOU YOUR DAMN ICE CREAM?</span>
>ART!>SYBIL!>MITZI!>TUCKER!>EDDIE!>KIKI!>TALBOT!>GUS!>DENISE!>LIL’ STANLEY!>WRITE-IN! 