Talbot, you begin as you and the others turn to look at the janitor, can you soften the fall if we blow up the dragon?
“<span class="mu-s">WHAT!?</span> <span class="mu-i">NO!</span>” He roars, taken aback! “You’re not using me as a friggin’ <span class="mu-s">CUSHION</span>, Stan–that’s messed up… even for <span class="mu-i">YOU</span>!”
“Yea, that <span class="mu-i">is</span> pretty sick, Stan. You’re a sick kitty.” Mitzi remarks as she stealthily pulls <span class="mu-b">WATER POLO MONTHLY</span> out of her pocket and starts thumbing through it. You aren’t asking him to do <span class="mu-i">that</span>, stupid! He can just make, like, a bunch of tentacles or something!
All of Talbot’s rage and confusion is swiftly replaced by mild embarrassment.
“.... oh. Yea, I can probably do that-”
You weren’t asking for <span class="mu-s">PROBABILITY,</span> you snarl–if you wanted that you’d ask the <span class="mu-r">RAGING GEEK</span> fondling the turret over there!
“<span class="mu-i">I j-just d-didn’t want it t-to fall out…</span>” Sobs Denise as she clings to the pilfered turret for dear life!
Peering out the back of the van, Talbot starts to hock a loogie, but quickly reconsiders when you give his arm a good slap! Problem!?
“N-nah…” He stammers, “It’s just, uh… that’s a long way down, an-”
And it’s no sweat, right? Giving his lower arm a reassuring pat (since you sure as shit can’t reach his shoulder), you put your regularly-scheduled tough love on hold and give him a smile! He’s got this!
“Yea.” Gus nods with his usual quarter smile on his face, “You got this.”
“<span class="mu-i">S-show us wh-what you c-can do, T-Talbie…</span>” Adds Denise as she gives the janitor a dreamy grin!
“Not like we’re gonna be around to make fun of ya’ if it doesn’t work.” Shrugs Mitzi with a wry smirk.
“Wouldn’t be the dumbest thing you’ve pulled off!” Adds Tucker in a reassuring tone!
“Show us what you’ve got, big guy.” Art chuckles.
“<span class="mu-s">SOMEONE JUST DO SOMETHING, PLEASE!</span>” Sybil roars as the electricity from her hands slowly fizzles away! Read the damn room, Syb!
https://youtu.be/e9vrfEoc8_g“Yea…” Talbot nods as a dumb smile forms on his face, “<span class="mu-s">YEA!</span> Course I can do it, morons! Leave it to Talbot!”
With a somehow even <span class="mu-i">fatter</span> head than before, Talbot deftly hops out of the van and swings onto the top via a tentacle!
“... he’s totally gonna kill us, isn’t he?” Mitzi mutters under her breath, prompting everyone to exhale in relief!
“Oh thank <span class="mu-i">god</span>--I thought I was the only one faking!” Art sighs! “Yea, nice knowing you guys!”
“<span class="mu-s">I CAN STILL HEAR YOU, ASSHOLES!</span>”
Good, you shout back, get motivated, then!
<span class="mu-b">ROLL ME 1d100+10(+5 TENTACLES, +10 EVERYONE’S COUNTIN’ ON ME!, -5 EVERYONE’S COUNTIN’ ON ME!, +10 STAN’S WATCHING! SHIT!, -5 STAN’S WATCHING! SHIT!) TO SAVE THE DAY! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!
If you have any specific shapes for the tentacles or whatever, WRITE-EM IN! AND DON'T FORGET TO BELIEVE! BELIEVE AND CLAP REALLY HARD!</span>
