http://www.votemayor.com/?p=293Elected Command: Moxie Lite. Unleash The Nite!™®The sense of bodily rejuvenation is felt by Sammy even before swallowing the last gulp. A significant surge of adrenaline, focus, and curiosity simultaneously collide, sending the young man into a tizzy.
“Titus, walk wi’d me, talk wi’d me.” snaps Sammy, dirtied hands securely grasping the motoscooter’s handlebars. The wheeled contraption creaks nosily, as Sammy forcefully pushes toward the burnt rubble. “Where’d ya gank the beverage from?”
“Why sir, ‘tis a r-recompense from m-“ stammers Titus, taken aback by both the question and shifting movement. Lurching upward, Sammy grounds the motoscooter upon the broken doorframe.
“Easy, kiddo. Just ‘cus I gots good eyes doesn’t make my sense of hearin’ any worse for wear. Your voice went all high like, and ain’t no one giving a spud such as yourself a gift.” grumbles Sammy, curtly lifting the street urchin onto the motoscooter’s inexpensive excuse for a seat. “Out wi’d it.”
“Aig’t, aig’t! Me mates an’ I-“ continues Titus, perched unsteadily upon the slim cushion.
“Ya ain’t got no mates, slumbo.” states Sammy, pulling himself atop the combusted pile that was once Bar Nun. “Last try.”
“Was a-a-a-someone.” frantically exclaims Titus. Sammy trudges the motoscooter and fearful guttersnipe higher, seemingly angling for the abstract column’s peak. “Wore a c-c-cape. Couldn’t see much of’em, but I bump ‘n swindled the bottle off’em all the same. Came out ‘ta bar after B-b-boss Craven.”.
“After Craven?! You didn’t see Sista Mista nowheres?” checks Sammy.
“N-n-n-no! Please, sir!” huffs Titus, eyes wide, as the motoscooter dangles atop the summit. The sounds of wood cracking and splintering can be heard emanating below.
The scruffy child squeezes his eyes tight. He feels the motoscooter tilt forward, as the grimy wind begins rushing past. Stomach turning to pulp, the sensation of rocketing down the slope of debris envelops him. Squinting, he views Sammy standing upright, tersely navigating the motoscooter. The uneven surface turns the descent into an unpleasant hazard, as the slope rapidly deteriorates behind them.
With a drop and a bump, the ride ends. They have traversed the ruins of Bar Nun, and now reside in the back alley. Sammy steps off.
“Hey, kid. Wanna go save Sis Miss with me?” quietly asks Sammy, back facing Titus.
Commands: 1. Accept.
2. Decline.
3. Leave.
4. Yoink!
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