>>5141921Satisfied with whatever hoodoo the wizard cast on you, Blumenkrantz slams you onto the counter in front of the guard manning the contraband scanner! “WELL!?” He snarls, “Do you have her <span class="mu-s">CRAP</span> or what?!”
“<span class="mu-i">Y-YEP!</span>” The guard mutters as she and <span class="mu-g">DAISY THE SECURITY DOG</span> exchange terrified glances! Rapidly placing a series of trays stuffed to the ceiling with your crap on the counter, the guard gives you and Blumenkrantz a nod before ducking behind the nearby machine!
“HERE!” Growls your escort as he sequentially dumps all of the tray’s contents onto you, “Take your shit and let’s get <span class="mu-s">MOVING!</span>” Stuffing the avalanche of junk into your pockets as fast as you can, you feel all life drain from you as the bag holding your <span class="mu-b">NEW PURCHASE</span> tumbles onto the ground! Diving for the still-sealed contents, (thank friggin’ <span class="mu-i">GOD</span>) you immediately retract your thanks when Blumenkrantz picks it up for you!
“Well, well, well…” He remarks, scowling at <span class="mu-b">HAULIE-PAULIE’S</span> logo, “Getting some <span class="mu-i">SHOPPING</span> done during this <span class="mu-r">APOCALYPSE,</span> huh, Parble?”
Y-yea, you shiver, holding your hand out to take it from him, much less tr-traffic! Ha ha!
Blowing cigar smoke in your face, the Chief drops the bag into your hand and shakes his head. “<span class="mu-i">... the hell’s wrong with this generation…</span>”
Stowing the bag at the <span class="mu-r">DEEPEST, DARKEST, AND SAFEST PART OF YOUR POCKETS,</span> you snatch up your remaining items and give your escort a nod–all set!
Grunting in response, Blumenkrantz gives <span class="mu-g">DAISY THE SECURITY DOG</span> a singular pat on the head before leading the way out! “If you think I won’t leave you here, Parble, you’re <span class="mu-i">DEAD</span> wrong!”
Giving the security booth operators a lazy salute, you take Blumenkrantz’ lead and make your way back to the elevator leading to <span class="mu-g">ADMIN WING.</span> As the doors close behind you, you find yourself trapped once again in a small space with one of the angriest men you’ve ever met, and hopefully will <span class="mu-i">ever</span> meet.
https://youtu.be/V7dg8vRDM68Right… and <span class="mu-i">that</span>.
“Shut it, Parble.” Hisses the Chief as he nods along to the beat played through the elevator’s speakers, “It’s <span class="mu-s">GOOD.”
>CONTD.</span> 