>>14611584"Well, what if I told you I 'do' have something up my sleeve?"
"I would most definitely believe you, and I would be curious to know what kind of trick it is so that I may avoid it, WITH GREAT INTENSITY MY GOOD SIR!"
He should just ditch the fucking Robin Hood cap and put on a fedora. It would suit him better in these times.
With an opening, you decide to play up some reverse psychology,
"Fine then, I will. Listen here. This is a story I read from some guy in Orre who probably made it up, but whatever. Ahem."
>identify as an ambiguously gender queer beluga shrew>walk into Ye Olde Game Stop 'n Shire in Sherwood Forest>buy Gone Home>the merry blacksmith at the cashier tells me this is pretentious nonsense fit only for the lowest of the low>nuhuh to your uhhuh this is very much pushing boundaries in electronic gaming and is the best of all times>merry blacksmith tells me I have a fat potato sack of bollocks whom is incredibly repulsive to look at>call for help from my beluga shrew vassals who identify as beluga shrews>merry blacksmith shoots an arrow into my shoulder as I make high pitched squeals for assistance>my shrew like appearance means I cannot stand back up without my special shrew lift>the mrery blacksmith rolls me out of the establishment and down the dirt road for all the lowly commoners to gawk at>they burst into a fit of rambunctious giggles>xim takes me to the rubbish dump>xis face morphs into that of Prince John>stuck there for days as infected rats gnaw at my shrew-blubber>rubbish collection comes and I manage to find another vintenear shrew who as well, has been wronged by the merry blacksmiths working for their corruptive noblemen>proceed to eat him because I have gone crazy and I haven't eaten anything in days>it's everyone else's fault for seeing me as fat when really I am an anorexic beluga shrew who doesn't pay taxes"FUCKING YE OLD GAME STOP 'N SHIRE."
Story told, you look at Robin Sage, and await a reaction.
