http://www.votemayor.com/?p=217Elected Command: Strike up a deal.“Hire someone just to frame them. Swell plan, Boss.” hisses Sammy. “Make the new guy the fall guy, yeah?”
Craven begins chuckling to himself.
“They were right about’cha, Sammy.” grins Craven, crooked smile reaching from ear to crooked ear. “You’ve got the eyes of a hawktopus.”
“If I start blabbing off, a few of your goons are bound to start asking questions. That’s a few questions you can’t afford, am I right?” questions Sammy, head cocked.
“Thankfully, you’re a small ratigator in a very big sewer. I have bigger pests to catch.” states Craven. “If anybody asks, the story is that you saw some big galoot with a top hat walking out of the Gonzo estate earlier today, but didn’t think nuthin’ of it, since you’re just a dumb kid.” says Craven, as a disturbance can be heard erupting outside.
“That commotion must be yer girlfriend.” says Craven, peering back over his crooked shoulder. “Give her a smile for me, would ya?”
Just as the query finishes escaping the crooked lips of Craven, the doors of Bar Nun slam wide open. The not – at – all masculine Sister Mister rides in, sitting atop a battered Punky Princess motoscooter. One mafia soldier held in chokehold between one arm, and an unopened case of Jay Walker bourbon underneath the other.
“Moorehead! Sammy! What happened ta all my cusstomers?!?” demands Sister Mister, in a not – at – all masculine voice.
“Had to congratulate our new family member. Personally.” says Craven. “Oh, before I forget… Sammy, what were you about tell me?”
“… I saw some big galoot with a top hat walking out of the Gonzo estate earlier today, but I didn’t think nuthin’ of it.” deadpans Sammy. Craven stares. “Because I’m just a dumb kid.”
“Awww, don’t be so hard on yer self. Sister, always a pleasure.” proclaims Craven, slithering out of Bar Nun, dinged bat clattering to the floor.
“I leave for a blink, and the joint goes saucy. Why’d ya hav’ to git mixed up wit’ those bums, anyhows?” says Sister Mister, pounding the bourbon onto the bar’s counter, commie soldier still in the chokehold.
Before Sammy can respond, a loud clamor erupts from the ratty kitchen.
Commands: 1. Tell Sister Mister everything immediately.
2. Inform Sister Mister of a few details.
3. Investigate the ratty kitchen.
4. Borrow the motoscooter, leave immediately.
Voting ends in 48 hours.
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