Seventy-Fourth Entry [Video]
[ Guess who was in the kitchen.[There are a few smears of blood on the screen from Poland fumbling to turn the communicator on. He leans against the kitchen's doorframe, breath a little heavy, clutching at a point in his side that's leaking red at an alarming pace. Anybody who remembers the time Masky stabbed him in the throat probably isn't too
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You ordered crocodiles, right? Two small, juvenile saltwater crocodiles, each not quite the length of your leg?
Sure you did!
Crocodiles in the wild haven't often been observed playing, but both Mosa and Vector are second-generation closet spawn, so screw the rules they have a game of tag. A noisy, chirpy, scampery, tail-whipping-the-walls game of tag. Vector, the longer and tubbier one, is definitely winnin-- OH NO HOLD EVERYTHING.
THERE'S A PEOPLE OUT HERE.
A PEOPLE WHO SMELLS LIKE BLOOD AND STUFF. THEY KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.
The game is put on pause as both crocodiles stop a handful of feet down the corridor from Poland. Then they gaze at up him expectantly, because he totally brought them dinner, right? ]
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[Well...]
Skurwysyn.
[His day just keeps getting better and better. As a matter of fact, he's now even more bloodied than he was from the explosion--a shallow bullet wound to his thigh, and a variety of knife wounds to his arms and the trunk of his body, some of which really ought to be lethal on a normal human (and not the embodiment of a particularly stubborn idea). So yeah, he's looking pretty dinner-y, at this point.]
[Muttering to himself, he crawls on top of what remains of the table, hoping they decide to move on past.]
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Why is the dinner people moving away from them? :(
Mosa moves forward a step and starts to chirp noisily, which usually succeeds in bringing food to them. Apparently he's the official spokesreptile of the two, because Vector just sits and waits. Hey, no point wearing yourself out yelling for dinner when you have a minion to do it for you. ]
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As if. Like, nothing to see here, okay? Go away!
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CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP
Now look: Vector's joined in too with a slightly growlier voice, just in case dinner needs a bit more persuasion than usual to come to their arms. ]
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Vector is not pleased with this treatment of his adoptive runt minion. Dinner tonight is apparently very rude indeed. He runs toward Poland a few steps, hissing a warning that would be more threatening if he was bigger but which still boasts a lot of needly teeth. ]
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God, go away! Like, shoo!
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Vector waddles forward, snapping his jaws at Poland. Mosa, recovering from his lamp-inflicted fright, quickly follows suit. There's an air of excitement about them as they both stalk around the table, on a search for any scrap of clothing or body part that might be dangling within reach. They're hunting! In the wild! For reals and everything! If only Mummy could see them, she'd be so proud! ]
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