>>12171985But all of this is for mom.
You and Mc'Scraft seal the deal with a handshake.
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The border, guarded heavily by Kangaskhans with loaded guns, is absolute hell if you don't have the proper papers. If you're caught, you're going to the fucking slammer.
No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
You are stuffed into a suitcase, hidden under one of the seats in Mc'Scraft's vehicle. The seat's underside is in turn covered up by a shoddy handiwork that makes it look like the car's floor extends into the underside of the seat, when it's really not.
A couple of thug Mareeps with edgy tattoos accompany Mc'Scraft for the ride, and soon, the long wait of....waiting in line begins.
It's a while before the Kangaskhans even get to Mc'Scraft's car, but when they do, their trained kangaroo-monster-thing noses immediately sense that something's off about the vehicle, and it's not how edgy the Mareeps look.
The Kangaskhan at Mc'Scraft's car begins a small conversation while inspecting the fake, but "faked good" papers.
"Hrm. Sir, are you here for business or pleasure?"
>How does Mc'Scraft respond?A) Business.
B) Pleasure.
