✗XXXVII✗ Child's Play

[king_no_life]

{✠}RAT-TA-TAT-TA-TAT-TA-TAT-TA-TAT-TA-TAT-TA-TAT-TA!! The automatic rabid-fire of a 1920's Tommy Gun clatters across the empty halls of Marshall's 3rd Floor, followed by the screech of multiple winged rats who were posing the gun...men(?) a bit of a nuisance than the help they usually were. From the sound of their barrating, it was like a child

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[Voice]

[king_no_life]

Oh I hope not...

[Voice]

[king_no_life]

A girl-scout.

I'm selling Kurdish sorrow cookies by the round full.

[Voice]

[king_no_life]

[Gasp!]

How cheeky of you to accuse! I'm not going to talk to anyone who calls me a liar.

[Kicks the radio away.]