Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

I respawn on one of the tables.

"Just get me the owner."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"He's coming, Salt. Calm yer titties."

 

[MinimanZombie]

Joe is currently eating a curry. In a bath. A toaster hangs precariously overhead.

 

[Sigma Castell]

I hand Trilby his drink and run up the stairs. I push open Joes bathroom door.
"-sigh- Boss, get out of the bath. I know your into the electricity shit but your gonna fry your little lobster brain one of these days."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I drink my pinktini.

 

[Saltarius]

"I SAID I NEED THE OWNER!"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Salt, your tits seem to be very not-calm."

 

[Saltarius]

"I don't have tits, being I am male."

 

[Sigma Castell]

"Wrong, Salt. Your drink was laced with Breast-growth hormones."

 

[Saltarius]

"Sig, you cannnot induce the growth of breasts if there are none to begin with."

 

[Sigma Castell]

"Oestrogen can do anything if adminstered in large enough batches."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"All humans have breasts and tits. Women's are just more pronounced on account of oestrogen." I explain.
"Also, 'calm yer titties' is just an expression meaning 'calm doon ya stupid bastard'."

 

[MinimanZombie]

I throw my hands up in the air, and pull out Joe. I pull him up the stairs.
"Here you fucking go Salt. Interrogate this asshole for whatever reason."

 

[RaNDM G]

"I SAID I NEED THE OWNER!"

"Alright, alright! Sheesh!"

Joe walks up to Salt.

"What do you want?"

 

[Saltarius]

"The Dead Three. Tell me everything you know and don't even think about withholdinga nything or lying."

 

[Sigma Castell]

"Joe, since when did we have a bottle full of kittens?"
I hold up the kitten-bottle.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I prepare to try doing some Seer stuff.

 

[RaNDM G]

"The Dead Three. Tell me everything you know and don't even think about withholdinga nything or lying."

"Ah, the trio? They've been coming in'a every so often, making running my business a living Hell. You with the police?"

 

[Saltarius]

"I am. Officer...Detective...something or other Crane."

 

[RaNDM G]

"Ah, a wiseguy. Yes, that's'a perfect. You can help me out. One of them comes in every Sunday around one in the morning, tells me to pay up or I get the hose. What the Hell does that even mean anyway?"

Truth.

Doubt.

Lie.