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Errr, Mitz, you mutter as you slowly notice the tangled mass of signatures scrawled all over her body armor, you think she got her wish…
“Huh? Woah, neato.” Remarks the Rent-A-Cop as the realization suddenly dawns on her. “I look like the walls of a mental patient’s cell, huh?”
It <span class="mu-i">does</span> look pretty cool, you reply with a thoughtful nod. Pretty cool…
“Look, Art–signatures from people from countless backgrounds!” Sybil observes excitedly! Leaning over to take a closer look, you can see what she means: names of all shapes, sizes, and lengths cover the security goon’s armor–some short and sweet, others lengthy and in letters that can’t be English!
Between the soldiers, pirates, and other boneheads that mobbed you, there’s gotta be over one-hundred names and messages on there! “Mitzi, I believe your body armor might have just become an anthropological treasure…” The Goth mutters with a mixture of pride and confusion.
<span class="mu-b">MITZI WILL NOW GET A PERMANENT +5 BONEUS TO ALL OF HER ROLLS! ATTA’ GIRL!</span>
“I’m more impressed that you didn’t notice you were being drawn on.” Art adds with a slightly jealous look on his face.
“Uhhh, driver’s gotta watch the road, pal.” Mitzi retorts irritably as she jabs a finger at the path ahead of the jeep. “Safety first.”
“Sure… say, you wanna trade armor?” Art asks with growing eagerness! “I’ll buy you a drink!”
“Yea, lemme think about it.” Mitzi replies with a smug grin on her face as your wagon trail stops in front of a waving skeleton clad in grease-soaked coveralls. “Alright, thought about it: nah.”
Ha, you snort, he probably wouldn’t even fit in her armor anyways! Dingus!
“Yea well my fist will have no problems fitting down your <span class="mu-i">throat</span>, you gremlin!” Art counters, prompting the two of you to engage in an impromptu kickfight!
“Stop i-<span class="mu-s">STOP IT!</span>” Roars Sybil as Mitzi shuts off the engine. “At <span class="mu-i">least</span> until I’m out of the way, please…”
>CONTD.
