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Yeah. "All good things..." and all that jazz... [*hands a handful of neo-yen to Nasty Orc*] For a job well done, friend, if not well understood. [*inhales his cigarette smoke deeply, then releases it, as well as all the invisible tension built during the last minutes*] I must go now. An appointment... [*hops in an armored hovercraft which seemingly materialized out of thin air ; the hovercraft glides away, disappearing in the belly of the urban sprawl*]
Seriously, M. Serpent... You botched the contract. That's what you did... It happens to the best of us. [*passes his hand in his jet-black air*]. Though not to all of us. [*marks a pause and straightens his collar against the bitter cold wind*] If I were you, I'd cut my losses. [*fetches a pack of cigarettes from his poly-morf jacket*] And the only one who's left still standing... [*lights a Chinese contraband cigarette*]
[watches the black bird from a superior vintage point in his Zhanzen Mark VI red helicopter with his Wang Bin nite-light binoculars, as the bird alights on his animatronic puppet, far below] [shakes his head] "Vicious Chicken. Of Bristol..." [watches the dragon making his approach of the animatronic on red wings of destruction] [to the pilot]""Take us out of there, Beckett. There's nothing left for us here." [muses while the helicopter swiflty takes him away from all the commotion] I should thank Frau Sissyl next time I see her, for the puppet thing. [shivers a bit from the cold... unless it's the reminiscing of the Matt Damon Atrocity, as he's secretly dubbed the demonic creation of Frau Sissyl] |
