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| - Previous: Padrino Part 5 Headlines: MARINE BASE MAIMING! VICE ADMIRAL POLATSU FOUND BATTERED AND BEATEN! --- Last night, two men were reported to have broken into the Fringe Marine Base and attacked Vice Admiral Samuel Polatsu, who eventually was able to repel the attack, but was left hospitalized with some serious injuries. At this time, his team of Vice Admirals have refused to comment, but it has been reported that Polatsu is in stable condition. Rat: Ah, jerk my schnazz, you crank yanka bastards! [Throwing away a newspaper] Stinkin crackmeats can all rub a fresh'en on them Celesil Dragons' backs. Cat: [Steps out from behind the Red-suited Rat, the blue suited Cat licked an ice cream cone.] It was gonna happen at some point. With all of this craziness, I ain't surprised. Rat: Y'know this is gonna get messy. Alls it takes is some cack-stinkin lowlife to screw it up. Cat: You can't know that, Bat, this could just pass by without a head. Rat: Without a head? Are you off your rocka ya schnazz bucket? Cat: The hell is with ya and sayin' schnazz? Ya got a condition er sumthin? Rat: Got a problem there buddy boy? Marine: Excuse me... Rat: Yes, officer, how ya doin'? Marine: I'm not an officer, I'm an enlisted member. Rat: Oh, beg pardon there, seaman Cat: [Grin] Marine: We are required to check all identification of each citizen on this island. Rat: Oh yeah? So what's that gotta do with us there, killer? Marine: Please present them, promptly? Cat: What's the hurry there, Cape'? Ya don't like talkin' to us normal folks? Rat: Yeah, ain't ya gotta protect us from all them meanies that just kicked your asses a few days ago? Marine: Hey, I'd watch your tongue! Cat: Or else wha-- [Was interrupted by a figure coming up behind them and putting an arm around both their shoulders.] Batz: Sorry there, officer, these two nutballs don't know when to shut their stupid mouths, allow me to take them off your hands! [The green-suited man with a short beard, but very similar, lanky appearance started walking with the two struggling twins under his arms.] You two numbskulls really know how to win over people don't ya? Ya fricken mooks! You don't think we got enough heat? Ya gotta slap a bee's nest a few more times to feel like ya got some balls? Cat: 'Ey bro! Just settle down some, we's just havin' some fun with the jarheads! Batz: Yeah, I saw's ya about to make a scene, a scene we don't need right now. We're already gonna be late for the pow-wow. Rat: Let us go, Batz! We know the place. Batz: Ah, no ya don't ya fricken mangy geeks! You ain't leavin' my sights for a second! Voice: Perhaps the same could be same for all three of you. Link: I see you guys are late, again. I don't suppose I need to remind you what happened last time you guys was tardy. Batz released both of his brothers, and they stood, somewhat skeptical. Rat: Waaait a minute, wouldn't that make you late too? Link: Umm... alright fine, I'll forgive yous guys this time, but don't let it happen again! All 3: Right, boss. Batz: Don't suppose Padrino is none too happy about recent events? Link: Understatement of the year, my Batty friend. [Began walking with them down the alleyway.] First we got a Cat who can beat the hell out of our protection service, then we got an old fart who can beat the hell out of everything in sight and cause the leash around our necks to tighten. The Don is unamused. Cat: You want I should off some peoples? Would that make the Don happy? Link: Fraid not, Rat. Cat: Cat... Link: Cat, we're gonna need an A-class plan to take on dese bozos. First, we gots to find out how to get dese shirts off our trail. Then alls we need to do is wait it out and let the pirates fight it out and get out of our island so's business can continue. Batz: Sounds complexed. Link: Eeeeeehhhh yeah, it's gonna take some talent. If things don't go well, we may need to pull the Scarlets off the street for real. Rat: No cash flow? Link: No cash flow. And with this big wig gettin' near to wacked, da Navy ain't gonna be easy to deal with. Batz: If we can deal at all. Link: Exactly... We'll know in due time. Yattez: [Unstheathing his sword and pointing it at the four] I suppose you know the drill, put up your hands, and we'll make this easy on you. Link: [Crossing his arms] What's the charges, there, Hot shot? Yattez: Take your pick, burglary, extortion, murder, conspiracy, and a laundry list of other charges. Batz: [Whisper] I smell a rat, and they ain't related to me. Rat: Hehehehe, well boss, looks like a tight spot. Link: If it were just the riff-raff, we could get going, but that big wig right there is gonna make it a lot harder. We'll need to get stylish, boys. I ain't goin' to the bighouse today. Cat: That goes double for us. Yattez: GET BACK!!!! [BOOOOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOOOOM!] Ellis: Well? What are you waiting for! Get running! Link: Go! That way! [He made them run the way that there was not a Vice Admiral in the way. He turned toward Yattez and held out both of his hands, and from them came a gray liquid that splattered onto the ground and walls] Seme Seme Nooooo! TROY! [He created a wall that was well over five feet thick and eight feet tall in just under 10 seconds. The cement dried instantly.] Yattez: ....shit....
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