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You know your next move, of course, there was never any doubt in your mind! Hell, you’re not going anywhere until you launch at <span class="mu-i">least</span> one rock through a window!
“So uh… so what’s da’ holdup, then?” Ly asks as your pals swarm you like ants at a picnic!
Well the trick is figuring out how to dupe these morons into thinking you just don’t have enough time for everyone to get a try–that way you can keep their grubby mitts off of your <span class="mu-g">SWEET TOY</span> without hearing them whining about it!
“Feel like a broken record here, but you <span class="mu-i">really</span> shouldn’t be narrating your plans out loud, Stan.” Art grumbles. <span class="mu-i">D’oh!</span>
“It’s okay, guys–we can just try it out later if we don’t get a chance now!” Eddie says with a forced smile! “Right, Stan?”
Hey, <span class="mu-i">yea</span>, you nod, that’s <span class="mu-i">EXACTLY</span> what you meant to say! Heh heh!
“You definitely didn’t, but screw it.” Art retorts as he throws his hands up in exasperation. “So who are the lucky contestants, anyways?”
Well, you begin with renewed confidence, most of the team has been pulling their weight lately… <span class="mu-i">MOST</span>, you repeat, sending a pointed glare in Art’s direction.
“I <span class="mu-i">DIED</span>, oka-”
<span class="mu-i">BUT</span> there are a few of them that have <span class="mu-i">definitely</span> earned a try on the <span class="mu-g">BACKUUM 1000–</span> a select, elite few! The <span class="mu-i">Crumb Deli Crumb!</span>
“Sorry, guys,” Mitzi grins, “Better luck next ti-”
First up is <span class="mu-b">VICE OFFICER STA-</span>
“Come <span class="mu-i">on</span>, the friggin’ <span class="mu-s">TRASH PANDA!?</span>” Talbot snarls, earning a hiss from the beastie in question!
<span class="mu-s">VICE OFFICER STANLEY,</span> you repeat in a sterner tone over the growing grumbles from the crowd! She’s demonstrated remarkable progress and leadership skills lately–specifically when she made the call to roundyview at <span class="mu-g">CREAM DE LA CREAM!</span> That was a go-getter move right there!
Basking in the collective scorn from the others, <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY</span> clambers onto your shoulders before doing what appears to be some kind of <span class="mu-r">UNSPORTSMANLIKE VICTORY DANCE!</span> Cripes, she’s heavy, though!
The <span class="mu-i">next</span> candidate, you continue, is someone who’s been a team player for a while now even if she isn’t really, uh, part of the team!
“<span class="mu-i">O-oh boy!</span>” Denise mutters as she eagerly rubs her sweaty palms together, “<span class="mu-i">D-D-Denny’s t-time to sh-shine!</span>”
Ew, <span class="mu-i">no</span>, you spit, you were talking about <span class="mu-b">MARCIE!</span> Gesturing to Gus’ pink-sweatered sis, you take extra care to point at her stoic face–just look how distraught she is about all of this!
“I may need therapy.” Marcie explains, earning a supportive pat on the shoulder from her brother. Well let’s not go <span class="mu-i">that</span> far!
“Yea, therapy’s just another <span class="mu-i">collar</span> <span class="mu-r">THE MAN</span> puts on ya’.” Talbot says, nodding in assent. “This shit’s way healthier. Speaking of-”
<span class="mu-i">ZIP IT</span>, damn you!
>CONTD.
