"I believe the defendant's name is.....Could you give us but a moment kind sir?" Albert quickly recited to the guard before gathering Derrick and Obsidian into a small huddle
group.
"What's wrong, Al?" Obsidian asked, confused at how Albert pulled the group to the side, out of earshot to the member of the Vespidae that was blocking the group's entry to the house of justice.
"I don't know the name of the accused!" Albert whispered, realizing he never got the name of the 'ant rapist' that was currently on trial at this very second "Oh! Sugar, honey, ice tea! Uh-hold on!"
Albert hastily pulls out his cog & gear infused phones before speedily swiping through the applications to get Roxy's name from Louie. Albert's fingers moved faster than a coked-up cockatrice, spelling out his message of desperation to Louie.
"Luie, wat s th neme ol the comvivtrd/"
it's easy to see the Hatter's hurry due to the feeble composition and grammar of the sent text.
MEANWHILE
Taking his orders like a good little soldier, Davey Jones opened fire on their pursuer. The whizz of the bullets could be heard just centimeters away from the carbon fiber skull of Benji's would be murder, the recoil from the bullets shaking Davey's entire skeletal system.
It wasn't long before the smokey, gunpowder scented hot lead finally found Jones's desire mark, as the rows of metal, wiring, and flesh were spread apart by the penetrative newtons of force applied via a scented piece of metal. As an anticipated behavioral response of getting shot in the head, the fast-approaching omen of death had gone limp, slouching down slightly to the left-hand side of his still advancing equine gas-guzzler.
However, just as fate would've had the once alive assassin fall to the asphalt ground and silently become a blur in the distance as Davey and Benji sped off, an unnaturally paranormal incident started to take place. The bone, sinew, and steel that was once incinerated by the burning metal projectile started to grow back, covering the bullet-hole like some form of super-bamboo on steroids, even pushing the bullet out of the said hole.
With his head healed and the shrapnel out of his cranium, the assassin decided to the most appropriate thing to do was to return fire. The reaper impersonator's weapon, the same sniper rifle that almost took Benji's head off seemed to transform from a Barret M99, with sickle bayonet attachment to a CZ Scorpion EVO 3 with the same attachment. As far as Jones could tell, there was no explanation as to why the gun was able to do this.
Just as Davey was about to put another round into his foe's head, the gut-wrenching sound of Click click filled his nonexistent ears, followed by yet another racket that filled him with further dread, the noise of their killer's wheels pulling up next to Davey's side of the cab and then the click of a gun, ready to open fire.
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Quix seemed to acknowledge what the little imp had said, noting that indeed if Roxy's suspected crime did happen as the accuser had described it, it is very unlikely she would've been able to make the deed actually happen.
"I suppose that makes some form of sense," Quix grumbled, prompting a response from Charles.
"Oh and I assume attempted murder is alright in a court of law? Just as long as it was tempted and wasn't actually successful? Your honor please..."
In the midst of Charles rambling about his excuse on why Roxy should get the boot, Louie phone finally goes off in response to Albert sending him the message asking what was the name of the girl on the chopping block.
"Luie, wat s th neme ol the comvivtrd/"
".......What?" Was the only thing Louie could send in response
MEANWHILE
"You artificially flavored piece of shit!" A mumbled underneath her breath, before rising up from her position, crossing her arms whilst she sat on Louie's thigh with a classic grumpy expression. It seemed as if the lanky demon and fair maiden weren't the only people cooling the scolding heat of the remaining interspecies tension, brought on by the ended war.
Litte fat devils and candied kids played games amidst the town center, satanic merchants sold all manners of goods and services to keen mortals, hellspawn warriors taught young Homosapien apprentices their ways in the candy cornfields, and the sound of squeaking beds and varying pleasurable moans coming from the local Mud cake Inn bedrooms signals that the ultimate sign of peace and love had been achieved by the two very diverse races.
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"Touche..." Jack inaudibly murmurs before examining the bedroom roof to floor, looking for potential escape routes. It was not long before he realized that there was an absence of escape routes.
"Damn it! What's the big idea, huh?!?" Jack spat at the golem, making it clear he had no intent to stay at this little re-education home. "You think just because you broads dress like hookers, force me into this little condo and say all this gibberish about "become new citizens" and you expect us to buy into it?! HA! Good luck with that...Now, how the hell do I get out of this place?!?"
MEANWHILE
Whilst Jack was having a shitfit in the opposite room, Derrick just got to examining what treasures and mysteries laid dormant in the room itself. He first picked up the letter, but just like Jack, he wasn't able to decipher the 'impossible' symbols upon the piece of parchment.
"Aw man, I wish Malone would teach me how to read....What're these?"
Derrick said as he advanced towards the old VCRs, curious about what secrets they held within their plastic casings. Whilst he couldn't read what they said, he could make out the pictured details on the covers of them, much like how a toddler would figure out what words to associate with what images.
They ranged from a multitude of things, from a cartoon about the mystical adventures of a princess unicorn to an instructional tape explaining what to do in the event of a leaking sink, but a rather distinct one next to "David Tyler 101 tips for painting" seemed to catch Derrick short but well-meaning attention.
On the cover of the newly discovered VCR was a Succubus wearing a pizza delivery girl outfit, biting her lip intently whilst making the most provocative eyes known to mankind. She was holding what seemed to be an extra-large pizza pie a comically suggestive logo of an extra-large sausage on the top of the cardboard.
The title of the film was "~Your hottest delivery girl~" finished off with three large, bold writing XXX's below the title itself. Of course, Derrick was confused upon viewing the cover and was no closer to finding out that what he held in his hands was obviously a pornographic film. However, whereas he was unaware of the film's true nature, he did manage to piece together the XXX's seen with something.
"XXX?" Derrick mumbled to himself "XXX...Some...Alcohol has Xs on them.......OH! This must be about how to make Alcohol!" Derrick thought excitedly. Malone had been complaining that his moonshining business wasn't making enough money, that he didn't have enough workers on the project. Derrick tried to get involved to help his boss, but the old bag of bones said that Derrick was too 'clumsy' and 'dumb' to make Alcohol.
Derrick didn't know what those adjectives meant, just that they hurt his feelers but with the help of this tape, he'd be able to show his boss he could help with wracking in some profits off illegal booze.
With that, he popped the VCR in a pressed play....Oh man, the things he's gonna find out about.
MEANWHILE
Camilia's uplifting nature of tail wagging and wing fluttering seemed to also lift Steve out of the pit of confusion and unsureness he had sunken into.
"That be a nice change of scenery!" Steve said as he got off the ground and was ready to face the world. With his long-lost friend by his side, he'd be able to overcome any obstacle...Or so he thinks.