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Gale Charming
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>this guy's clearly crazy.
Crazy, but at least he’s said something instead of silently trying to stab me with a knife.
>Try belittling some. Like, "Lived through all the boss sent? What, thugs in masks?
>If you’re not confident of something you’re gonna say or feel on edge, remember you have the room. Walk around him.
I start pacing in circles,
Gretchen: “Oh lived through what? A couple of silent thugs running around in clown masks? Didn’t your mothers teach you reality from fiction?”
Wolf: “Okay first of all, they’re NOT clown masks-”
Gretchen: “Then what are they supposed to be?”
Wolf: “They’re supposed to be scary, not funny clown masks! Come on think, no idiot is going to go around kidnapping and killing others without a disguise, duh.”
Gretchen: “So how come you aren’t wearing one?”
Wolf: “I-er-the boss figured you were on to us by now. We ditched the masks and tried to just look like electricians.”
> How many people do they have?
Gretchen: “So how many of you are there in this group?”
Wolf: “Pfh, there’s only one of me in the group-“
I clobber him in the face again,
Gretchen: “No more smart ass answers. How many members do you have in this group?”
Wolf: “I dunno how many are left after what you pulled tonight. Probably enough that the boss won’t have to get involved.”
>So who's your boss and where is he? He's got an appointment with a bullet.
>Who's he working for?
Gretchen: “Speaking of the boss, where is he? My friend here as a bullet with his name on it.”
Wolf: “You don’t even know his name!”
>If he withholds the information, torture him, start with breaking some toes or something.
Gretchen: “Maybe you’ll care to indulge us on that then. I want it all! The who, what, where, and why.”
Wolf: “You think I’m scared of a measly little doe? Besides, I’ve already drank the albino blood myself. I’ll live through anything you throw at me!”
Gretchen: “What, it makes you invincible or something?”
Wolf: “It let’s whoever drinks it, live forever!”
Gretchen: “Have you met anyone that’s drank it and lived forever?”
Wolf: “Uh, no. It hasn’t even been forever yet. Boss lived through being shot to prove it to us though.”
Gretchen: “Alright that’s it. Get me a hammer, Gasket.”
Gasket: “Sure, here ya go lassie.”
I take the hammer and strike it down on his feet a few times. He howls and snarls in pain, cussing and cursing to no end.
Gretchen: “Having any second thoughts? Cause it looks to me like that magic blood doesn’t work.”
Wolf: “That’s where you’re wrong! I’m still alive you ditzy doe, and when I claw my way out of this rope I’ll make sure I finish the damn job with all of ya!”
I hear the frantic scraping of claws against the metal support beam. He probably ain’t getting anywhere anytime soon, but neither are we with that flat tire-
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