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[SaberToothTiger]

Call for our wife to sort those fellas out.

[AoshimaMichio]

Call for our wife to sort those fellas out.

If this action and contract negotiations both fail, then get out, rip shirt off and yell "Lets do this, motherfuckers!"

[Fniff]

Call for our wife to sort those fellas out.

You call Claude again.
*ring ring*
*ring ring*
*ring ri--*
You hang up. You guess he's not going to answer.

Take a couple gnarly rips of Mr.Bong and his friend Mary...Juana

+1 because, why not get high mellow?

At the possibility Claude might be dead, you take the bong out, pour a bottle of slightly stagnant water in, stuff some weed in the tube, then you put your lips in and take a long deep breath.
...
No, your situation still seems awful. Kind of worse, actually.
*cough*
Good weed, though.

Call for our wife to sort those fellas out.

If this action and contract negotiations both fail, then get out, rip shirt off and yell "Lets do this, motherfuckers!"

(That's hilarious)
You knock on the window. "Hey, guys, you know, are you like, ready to rock or whatever? I gave some like, real fair agreements in that contract, yo."
The blue eyes fix themselves on you.
"I'm sorry, but this is how it works here," they say. Female voice, vaguely accented with... Russian? No, Polish. "This should have been much quicker, but someone did it wrong. Can you please unlock the vehicle so we won't be stuck here all night?"

[Prophet]

Let's just unlock the door and see what happens.

[SaberToothTiger]

Polish!? Quick, let them in!

[Fniff]

Let's just unlock the door and see what happens.

Polish!? Quick, let them in!

A Pole in need is a... Pole indeed? You're only Polish if you need help? History indicates that this is true. You unlock the door and open it. You see light shine off two very sharp teeth below the eyes.
"Thank you! This makes this so much easier!"
Her soft hand grabs you by the neck, pulls you out, and she rips out your throat.
Your last thoughts <sub>slowly form together probably should have seen that coming...


"Why did that work?
"They just get stupider and stupider every year...</sub>
Hole in neck.
Can't breath, help.
"Did he...?"
"What did I tell you, Yani? Chew your food, really chew!"
Lost it.
gone


Ticking of a clock.
You open your eyes.
You're staring at a ceiling with a lot of cracks in it.
You're lying in a big thick bed. You feel great if oddly thirsty.
(I am extremely surprised you fell for that. Though that may have been a suicidal impulse.)

[Prophet]

(I was just really getting tired of doing nothing in a car while being attack by demonic monsters.)

[Fniff]

(Well, goo dress, things get a lot more interesting from here since I have no plans, just a general feeling. We are truly off the autobahn and we have no brakes!)

[Prophet]

Get up, look around, and see if Claude is in bed with us. 

[SaberToothTiger]

Call the Polish girls and see whether they want to meet again.

[Tomasque]

Start dancing the thriller.