>>5246365Whoops, nope, there it goes! The whole ship explodes with amusement–some patrons falling out of their chairs laughing!
“Man,” Ly remarks as you send a nervous smile around the room, “These mooks must be <span class="mu-i">sloshed!</span>”
“A-anyways,” Tory continues as he slowly recovers, “A… anyways… Hoo… Oh jeez… We’ll park a <span class="mu-b">NICE BOAT</span> near where Stanley parks…”
Yes?
“Then we’ll wait for her to find it!”
YES?
“And once she climbs in…”
<span class="mu-i">YES??</span>
“We’ll <span class="mu-i">GRAB</span> her! In a <span class="mu-r">NET!</span> <span class="mu-s">GOB!</span>”
https://youtu.be/kUDlHHJB8yIRaising the net in question high above his serpentine head amidst a roar of cheers, Tory only has a second to bathe in the glory before you ruin it right on schedule:
Yea <span class="mu-i">RIGHT</span>, you scoff, Yo-er, <span class="mu-i">STAN</span> would never fall for a trick like that! You heard she was really <span class="mu-i">smart!</span> And uh… and <span class="mu-i">pretty</span>!
“Yea!” Mitzi nods, earning a stare from you. “... <span class="mu-i">just playing along, boss.</span>” Oh, gotcha!
“Even if that <span class="mu-i">WERE</span> true,” Tory counters, “I’ve got the perfect bait!” Watching the turkey rummage around in his ribcage again, you brace yourself for whatever’s coming–did he capture a pal like that dickhead <span class="mu-r">JED</span> did? I mean, you’d be cool with it if he took Denise, but-
“<span class="mu-s">GOB!</span> BEHOLD!” Dangling from the turkey’s claw is a <span class="mu-g">CRISP SIX-PACK OF OLE’ LONESOME ALE!</span>
“Seriously?” Asks Mitz as she takes an unimpressed sip from her tankard. Not gonna lie, you shrug, that would actually work!
“Oh?” Tory gobbles as his long neck stoops down to your eye level! “And just who, pray tell, made <span class="mu-i">you</span> the <span class="mu-b">PARBLE PRO,</span> hm?”
You’re about to answer with the classic ‘<span class="mu-i">Your MOM</span>’ response when an idea hatches in your devious little mind: <span class="mu-i">well</span>, you reply, puffing out your bony chest with pride, you just so happen to know quite a bit about ole’ Stan… being an <span class="mu-r">UNDERCOVER SKELETON,</span> and all!
Before anyone can react, you use your <span class="mu-g">BONE SPEED</span> to whip out your wallet and show it off to the crowd in a split second! Still reeling from your declaration, the whole boat goes quiet as you adopt a different posture and tone of voice!
Yep, you drawl, motioning for another beer, you’ve been trackin’ her since the beginning–quite the slippery, uh, Shiela, that one! Crikey!
“<span class="mu-i">SURE</span> you have, <span class="mu-s">GOB!</span>” Replies Tory, somehow unconvinced. “Even if you <span class="mu-i">WEREN’T</span> full of stuffing, how do you plan on proving it, hmm?”
D’oh! You <span class="mu-i">always</span> forget about the ‘<span class="mu-i">proof</span>’ part! <span class="mu-i">ALWAYS!</span>
>CONTD. 