>>5799601The unholy trinity of <span class="mu-s">HUNGER, LUST,</span> and <span class="mu-s">MILD IRRITATION</span> join together to turn your spinning arms, and by extension your hapless foe, into a <span class="mu-i">CLASS: OH SHIT HURRICANE</span>!
“Yea! <span class="mu-i">YEAAA!</span>” Cackles Pepper as she pumps her fists in anticipation, “Gettem, sandcrab!”
Oh you <span class="mu-i">WILL!</span> Chucking the shade high into the air above you, you leap into the air just as he hits the apex of his flight and grab hold of his ankles! Bringing him back behind your head, you send the crummy imitation smashing into the ground with a primal roar that echoes across the green screen expanse!
Twitching for a few more awkward moments, the shade finally gives up the ghost and crumbles like an old tiramisu… and as the distant sound of horns and applause fill the expanse and a blinding light assaults your eyes, you feel a sensation akin to being flung into the air by a colossal slingshot!
When you awaken, you’re face-deep in the unusually sticky wooden surface of the boardwalk… and Pepper’s sprawled across you as well!
“HAVE SOME <span class="mu-i">DECENCY!</span>” Roars a passerby as he chucks a cup of soda at your prone form! Stumbling to your feet in a groaning, dizzy mess, you quickly regain your bearings when you hear Pepper gasp in abject horror!
“Th-the carny!” She sputters, pointing a trembling finger at what is now one of those ‘<span class="mu-s">TEST YOUR STRENGTH</span>’ carnival games with a dainty ‘<span class="mu-i">OUT TO LUNCH</span>’ card hanging on the front, “H-he’s <span class="mu-i">GONE!</span>”
Maybe so, you nod, but after peeling the blanket of cigarette butts, candy wrappers, popcorn kernels, and what you hope is a white, soggy balloon off of your chest you realize there’s something of actual <span class="mu-i">value</span> stuck to your shirt…
<span class="mu-s">THE PINK AXOLOTL!</span>
Seeing her prize waiting in your hands, Pepper’s eyes go wide and her mouth goes agape… if you don’t hand it over she’s gonna <span class="mu-i">SQUEAL!</span>
You don’t get much of a chance. Snatching it from your grasp like a hawk grabbing an injured pigeon, the girl twirls around laughing like a maniac as she squeezes the freakish lizard plush close to her chest!
Ah, to be that freakish lizard plush…
>CONTD. 