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Typical evil Art–won’t even let you go beat the snot outta’ people because <span class="mu-i">APPARENTLY</span> going anywhere that Talbot and Kiki might be is a <span class="mu-s">CRIME</span> now! Standing firm with your hands on your hips, you explain to your merry gang of ‘<span class="mu-i">Doubting Thomases</span>’ that you just wanna go see the damn <span class="mu-i">FIGHTS!</span>
“Yea, bu-”
I mean, you continue, deftly interrupting the vicious <span class="mu-r">ART BITCH,</span> you already saw Mitz and Syb sing an eight minute song–you need a pallid clencher, damn it!
“Oh yea…” Eddie muses as you finish your explanation, “Weren’t you gonna go track her down, Artie?”
The ginger’s eyes go wide in realization as Eddie’s words sink in! “Oh <span class="mu-i">crap</span>, you’re right! Later, guys!”
Rushing off amidst a chorus of cracking whip impersonations, the Rent-A-Cop leaves you all by hastily raising a middle finger over his shoulder! Man, you remark as you and your pals watch him disappear into the crowd of skeletons, what a sad, <span class="mu-i">defeated</span> little man…
“It <span class="mu-i">is</span> kinda pathetic, isn’t it?” Tucker remarks as Eddie adds a low ‘<span class="mu-i">mhm</span>’ in assent.
“Tch… <span class="mu-i">women</span>...” Spits Gramps with disdain. Tell me about it!
“So uh… we movin’?” Your skeleton asks impatientLY. “I wanna see some punchin’!”
“<span class="mu-r">ME TOO!</span>” Exclaims Nats with renewed eagerness in her disembodied voice! “<span class="mu-r">BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOOOD!</span>”
Alright, chill, you’re working on it! Turning towards your remaining pals, you inform them that you’re, as they say, ‘<span class="mu-i">headin’ out</span>’.
“Same. Maybe we’ll run into ya’ at the arena.” Tucker replies as he and Eddie share a contemplative glance. Sure, you shrug, and <span class="mu-i">maybe</span> you’ll run into them too!
Before they can respond any further, you give your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, gr-
“He’s not <span class="mu-i">DAT’</span> old, cupcake.”
Whatever! You tackle Pops into another hug as you safely store his rifle into your coverall pockets! Stay outta’ trouble, Pop-Pop!
“You too, sweetheart…” He mutters as he gives your back a few warm pats. “Take care out there.”
Replying with a manic giggle, you take another swig from your <span class="mu-g">GREEN DRINK</span> before scurrying off in search of more mischief! The night is young, bitches!
>CONTD.
