Impoundment Lot
Leonard Smalls didn't exactly strike me as sane, heh.
(Lazily peers up that tall-ass chainlink fence.)
How do you figure we'll go about breaching the beast's defenses. Razor wire is about as good a deterrent as any.
Team Orion Room
…!!
(Flinches heavily upon the very sight of it.)
Christ Jesus... What—... What are you going to even—... If—if they catch you in possession of such a firearm, you'll— you will be in some very deep shit, believe you me...
Cop's
(Blazes whisks them through the busy halls of the Trottelville Police Station, eventually arriving in— OHHHH my goodness
◊.)
Hoowee, I can't wait to get really wasted on illegal drugs like "Ecstasy" and "The Weed" and "Crystal" at tonight's police rave!
(Sets the two intrepid infiltrators down on the floor.)
Hope you guys are looking forward to seeing me naked, 'cuz that is exactly what will happen when I imbibe in "The Angel Dust"!
(Smiles cheerfully and walks out, closing the door behind him.)
…
(Shifts back when Blazes is out of earshot.)
...The police force is perhaps more corrupted than previously estimated.
Dining Area
Oh, uh, no? I don't think so, everyone seems to be going to, uh, other places.
(TAKES THE MOOLAH with such sickening, vindictive glee.)
...Alright, go about your business, eat and all that. Don't go bothering me again unless you need more orange juice or something.
Church
......
(The massive doors to the church swing open, the distinctive hum of a hymn
emanating from within.)
(A tall figure, silhouetted by bright light from behind, stands in the doorway. There also seems to be a thick mist, obscuring most of his features, but he is clad in priestly garb and has a very distinctive mullet.)
(Two other figures approach from behind him, also in priestly vestements, a shorter man with spiky hair and a stocky, seemingly bald figure of average height. The first man speaks up in a moderately thick Japanese accent.)
...Welcome, my children, to la Iglesia de la Santísima Muerte, The Church of the Most Holy Death. How may I be of service to you?
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Sure, alright.
-Goes to sit at a booth with Bryce, still not fully sure what this guy's deal is-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Dining Hall
Oh, it's, uh, a nightclub, yeah. Lots of important people? The guy there, his name is, uh, Dr. Evil.
(Peter and Bryce happen to be seated across from Par—, uh, I mean— some MYSTERIOUS fellow with bug arms that neither of you have ever heard of, nope. He peers up at them and gives a friendly nod, but doesn't say anything just yet.)
Church
...Spiritual mediums, you say...?
(The tall man peers over his shoulder for a moment, looking to his two associates. Perhaps these were the wrong words, perhaps this scary priest is going to take out some knives, now, and kill y—)
(NOPE, nope, he's stepping out into the light now, and as it turns out, he's... some chill-looking old man,
◊ [[purple:all smiley and shit. That spooky aura that surrounded him a second ago immediately dissipates.)
...Why, come on in, then! Goodness, and here I was, thinking no one would come to our church potluck today...
(Smiles politely and holds the SPOOOOOKY OOKY DOOR open for them.)
Impoundment Lot
(Nods to Chris and starts to walk around the fence's perimeter, looking for some sort of entrance.)
...Heh! If Mister Mender was here, this would be a great deal easier... I don't really know how to drive, but I guess I could improvise. What about you, Rudolph.
Cop's
(Nods and tails Planetman, taking small, quiet steps.)
(The two of them manage to sneak out into the hallway and spot a sign that says "Evidence Room" hanging on a wall. However, the door it's hanging above is at the other end of a very crowded room, filled with...)
(...Well. How to describe this?)
(It's like one of those McDonald's playgrounds, complete with the tubes and all, and a bunch of icky, hairy old cops are gleefully prancing around, having the time of their lives.)
(Most disturbingly of all, there's a big ballpit, except it isn't a ballpit at all, it's a DONUT pit!)
(How will you breach this obstacle, Planetman...?)
Orion's Room
...Point taken, I guess... Shit, though, even considering this is— it's just astronomically insane...
(His eyes drift to the door.)
...When's your boyfriend getting back?
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make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Stares at the bug-armed, bug-eyed-
Er... y... you... you got something on your arms. Is— izzat gene splicing?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Police Station
(surveys the room ahead of him) Hmm. This is a real predicament. We could eat the donuts, but that's unhealthy. I need to stay in shape, you know. (A sun briefly appears over Planetman's head) Ah ha! Syzygy Formation! (turns into an alignment of planets and attempts to float past these annoying donuts)


-Peter acknowledges that the CRIPPLE WITH HIDEOUS SMILE is not someone he wants to get on the bad side of-
-Puts a ten dollar tip in her hands-
-17 dollars left, buddy-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?