"So we could take another go at it and try to foil another mob's plans and get to the Kid that way, ask questions, pay some tip offs, the fun stuff," Skipper stated with a smirk.
"Or we could track down the riddles he put forth for us, these symbols, they still mystify me.." Kowalski stared at the burnt up scrap of paper in his flipper.
"Symbols Shmymbols, let's get some action in this base of freelancers!" Skipper demanded.
"We could always ask his mga kaibigan nicely!" Private shouted.
Kowalski and Skipper both glared at him, Rico sneered.
"Get 'um..." Rico grunted.
It took not one segundo for the boys to be on the ground in a little cat fight of sorts, throwing each other around and shouting.
Hannah rolled her eyes and covered her ears, trying to concentrate.
sa pamamagitan ng the segundo minute, Damion had enough. With one matulin swing, he slammed a door so hard the knob popped a screw.
"Gentlemen, my mate would like to think without utterly useless banter, if you could kindly silence yourselves for a solid day, it'd be most convenient..." Damion droned calmly.
Skipper stopped punching Kowalski, crossing his flippers with annoyance, Private sighed sadly, Kowalski frowning and Rico hissing.
Only thirty segundos of silence ensued before..
"That was still a pretty foolish idea..." Kowalski grunted at Skipper.
Damion walked sa pamamagitan ng Kowalski, grabbing the crown of his head and slamming him face first into the floor. Damion held Kowalski's face close.
"...A reporter tried to get a story from me once... I politely asked him to let me be, and he continued bumbling with his report... Then I proceeded to steal his bank account information, siksikan the breaks in his car, and alisin all the dozens of stories due the araw after in his computer's hard drive from my Android phone," Damion sinabi smugly.
Kowalski sat dumbfounded, thinking for a single minute.
"I would call myself out as a liar, but unfortunately what I've sinabi is true, and the money I estola from that rude reporter is still being spent at the local unemployment center," Damion's grin grew wider.
Hannah rolled her eyes as she heard this.
"Damion hun, you've sinabi this story a thousand times, doesn't shock me anymore~" Hannah propped her feet up on the table, pagbaba reports on The Kid's whereabouts.
"....What about the bite of o' seven?" Damion looked into his lover's eyes.
Hannah put the newspaper down.
"So there's this security guard that works in the prison I once resided, not my kamakailan one, uh, Trances Village I recall. So he walks around, I moved in, sappy young bastard fresh from the academy, trying to get a tale from the "Mad Doctor Damion" of course. He's done a good job so far," Damion smiled with reminiscence.
Hannah's interest grew like a budding rose.
"He was polite, wore pancake, spoke with exuberance. Good kid he was.... Then he had to ask about Alexis... He pulled up my record. Asked whether I had courted her before I /had/ to kill her. I sinabi no...." Damion sighed. "He left after our session ended, then we had another, and three, four more, never shut up about that whore... Alexis did this, Alexis won that, Alexis turned her life around for this job, Alexis got a scholarship, Alexis, Alexis... Seven sessions about that miserable backseat-fucking whore. Session eight he asked whether I still loved her. I have a mate that will never cheat me like Alexis did I said. He then sinabi that he thinks I was using you as a means to get over her. It took no effort to pin him to the wall, and manuntok his gut. I told him to leave now, then he reached for his walkie. I bit his cheek off... He reached for his spray, I pecked his eyeball till it popped. Then I bit his forehead when he beat me with his club. Took three minutos for other guards to find out, get me on the ground, and muzzle me. They demanded an apology, and instead, I gave them my forgiveness, for such rude behavior to come from someone they entrusted to hear my side. I demanded a third meal, and madami experienced chaps to interview me if they wanted me to say anything."
"Or we could track down the riddles he put forth for us, these symbols, they still mystify me.." Kowalski stared at the burnt up scrap of paper in his flipper.
"Symbols Shmymbols, let's get some action in this base of freelancers!" Skipper demanded.
"We could always ask his mga kaibigan nicely!" Private shouted.
Kowalski and Skipper both glared at him, Rico sneered.
"Get 'um..." Rico grunted.
It took not one segundo for the boys to be on the ground in a little cat fight of sorts, throwing each other around and shouting.
Hannah rolled her eyes and covered her ears, trying to concentrate.
sa pamamagitan ng the segundo minute, Damion had enough. With one matulin swing, he slammed a door so hard the knob popped a screw.
"Gentlemen, my mate would like to think without utterly useless banter, if you could kindly silence yourselves for a solid day, it'd be most convenient..." Damion droned calmly.
Skipper stopped punching Kowalski, crossing his flippers with annoyance, Private sighed sadly, Kowalski frowning and Rico hissing.
Only thirty segundos of silence ensued before..
"That was still a pretty foolish idea..." Kowalski grunted at Skipper.
Damion walked sa pamamagitan ng Kowalski, grabbing the crown of his head and slamming him face first into the floor. Damion held Kowalski's face close.
"...A reporter tried to get a story from me once... I politely asked him to let me be, and he continued bumbling with his report... Then I proceeded to steal his bank account information, siksikan the breaks in his car, and alisin all the dozens of stories due the araw after in his computer's hard drive from my Android phone," Damion sinabi smugly.
Kowalski sat dumbfounded, thinking for a single minute.
"I would call myself out as a liar, but unfortunately what I've sinabi is true, and the money I estola from that rude reporter is still being spent at the local unemployment center," Damion's grin grew wider.
Hannah rolled her eyes as she heard this.
"Damion hun, you've sinabi this story a thousand times, doesn't shock me anymore~" Hannah propped her feet up on the table, pagbaba reports on The Kid's whereabouts.
"....What about the bite of o' seven?" Damion looked into his lover's eyes.
Hannah put the newspaper down.
"So there's this security guard that works in the prison I once resided, not my kamakailan one, uh, Trances Village I recall. So he walks around, I moved in, sappy young bastard fresh from the academy, trying to get a tale from the "Mad Doctor Damion" of course. He's done a good job so far," Damion smiled with reminiscence.
Hannah's interest grew like a budding rose.
"He was polite, wore pancake, spoke with exuberance. Good kid he was.... Then he had to ask about Alexis... He pulled up my record. Asked whether I had courted her before I /had/ to kill her. I sinabi no...." Damion sighed. "He left after our session ended, then we had another, and three, four more, never shut up about that whore... Alexis did this, Alexis won that, Alexis turned her life around for this job, Alexis got a scholarship, Alexis, Alexis... Seven sessions about that miserable backseat-fucking whore. Session eight he asked whether I still loved her. I have a mate that will never cheat me like Alexis did I said. He then sinabi that he thinks I was using you as a means to get over her. It took no effort to pin him to the wall, and manuntok his gut. I told him to leave now, then he reached for his walkie. I bit his cheek off... He reached for his spray, I pecked his eyeball till it popped. Then I bit his forehead when he beat me with his club. Took three minutos for other guards to find out, get me on the ground, and muzzle me. They demanded an apology, and instead, I gave them my forgiveness, for such rude behavior to come from someone they entrusted to hear my side. I demanded a third meal, and madami experienced chaps to interview me if they wanted me to say anything."
