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“Before we continue, I <span class="mu-i">have</span> to ask:” Sybil interjects as you peruse your lousy dialogue options, “The um… the <span class="mu-i">pet</span>-”
<span class="mu-s">STANLEY,</span> you growl as the pet in question hisses at you both from the dark recesses of the bathroom, Doc named her Stanley!
“... of course he did.” She mutters, watching two glowing eyes retreat into the shadows. “Far be it below me to question your decisions, Stan, lord knows it hasn’t helped before, but why exactly are you carting a woodland creature around underneath your shirt?” A scowl forms on her pale face. “... and why do I detect such <span class="mu-i">strange</span> energy coming from it? If this has something to do with <span class="mu-g">THE FAE-</span>”
<span class="mu-g">SHANNON</span> had <span class="mu-i">nothing</span> to do with this, okay? It was all you! And Doc! Besides, you shrug, you’re cool now–she gave you a contract to sign and you sent it back to the drawing board! No harm no towel!
Despite your eloquent explanation, The Goth looks none too pleased with how you handled things… none too pleased at all.
“Stanley Parble:'' she states in a quiet, but firm tone, “What did I tell you about dealing with <span class="mu-g">THE FAE?</span>” Oh geez, she used your full name! Errr, you stammer, waiting for your layabout skeleton to assist, she uh… she said to… you know this one…
“To <span class="mu-s">NOT DO IT!</span>” Syb screeches, sending a frigid gust of air throughout the room! Stumbling over the side of the bed to escape her glowing blue eyes, you give her a plaintive smile from a safe(r) distance. Y-you weren’t gonna, you sputter, you just wanted some more <span class="mu-b">MAGIC!</span> A-and a few <span class="mu-b">PONGOS!</span>
“Stanley, do you understand the concept of a <span class="mu-i">Faustian Deal?</span>” Syb hisses angrily. Yea, you shrug, you get a free one if you order a Blammo-Sized Burger Combo at-
“<span class="mu-i">FAUSTIAN,</span> Stan, not <span class="mu-i">FROSTY-AN!</span>” She snarls! “No matter what ‘revised contract’ you sign, you’re signing a deal with a capricious, amoral entity–a deal that <span class="mu-i">will</span> go wrong for you one way or another!”
You think you get it now–it’s like that anime with the girls that transform into frilly dresses, right? Bet Art <span class="mu-i">loves</span> that one! When Sybil doesn’t respond, you try again with a quiet ‘<span class="mu-i">sorry</span>’.
>CONTD.
