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There’s nowhere for this guy to go, and as easy as it would be to sneak up and clock his ass, you don’t wanna risk hurting TT! Plus how hard could a hostage negotiation be, right?
Ey, you begin, taking a few slow steps into the alley with a smile on your face, how about we all make like a fridge and <span class="mu-b">COOL I-</span>
Your attempts at diplomacy are met with something metal and painful to the face–<span class="mu-i">your</span> face, to be precise! Groaning as what sounds like a <span class="mu-s">DAGGER</span> clatters to the cobblestone, the Spinnernapper follows up with an angry snarl!
“‘Throwin’ Knives’ me arse… kitchen knives, more like! Bloody cheapskate…” The knife thrower’s voice is muffled through a cloth mask, but it sounds young… younger than <span class="mu-i">you</span>, at least. Look, you continue, clutching your sore nose as the mugger struggles to keep a hold on Tzah-Tzie, you don’t want any trouble-
“Well ya found it, mate!” Fires back the troublesome teen with venom in his voice, “Want <span class="mu-i">less</span> trouble? Then clear the path and kiss the wall!”
“<span class="mu-s">DON’T!</span>” Yowls Tzah-Tzie as she continues to wriggle like a cat getting a photo taken, “Think of the <span class="mu-s">MONEY</span>, Ant!”
“Clock’s tickin’, <span class="mu-i">GRAMPS!</span>” Adds the mugger with an extra helping of haughtiness, “Get the girl stabbed or get outta the way–choice is yours!”
You find it kinda funny that the kid with the British accent is threatening to stab someone, but you don’t dare laugh… just when Volka’s bootsteps come to a head, they go silent, prompting the fisheyed filcher’s eyes to bug out even <span class="mu-i">more</span>!
“Y’think I’m lyin’, old man!?”
Part of you wants to see what Volka has planned, but the other part is telling you to chuck a <span class="mu-r">FIREBALL</span> at this punk–the part that <span class="mu-i">REALLY</span> doesn’t like being called ‘<span class="mu-i">GRAMPS!</span>’ You’re not old, damn it!
And then there’s that other part of you that can’t help but wonder if you left your computer on at home… crap, why do you only remember the stuff that makes you <span class="mu-i">ANXIOUS!?</span>
What’s the plan?
>Get to know this kid! Keep him talking!
>Talk to TT! Maybe she can think of something!
>Distraction!
>Just rush him–he ain’t gonna hurt your Spinner!
>Do what the hooligan says!
>Go completely silent! He might think you left!
>Write-In!
