"My ex-wife? That couldn't be. She hates my lemons."
*Black and white flashback*
-Dear, where are my lemons?
-I got rid of them.
-But why did you do that? You know how much I love these things
-Yes but I hate them*evil face*
-Oh, ok then...
*Color returns*
"I don't think there is a reason why she could have got my lemons."
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*nods while going "Mmhmm, mmhmm" in an understanding way*
That makes me suspicious now. If she hates lemons, wouldn't she want to kidnap and torment them?
Perhaps she gets someone else to do it for her? That way, there's no lemonade on her hands.
Did you make him look a bit more aggressive or is it just me?
Rick up there? Not intentionally, but it would suit him. He's not exactly the most cheery and happy person in the world (being a child soldier, a severe burn victim, and an experimental super soldier [for lack of a better term, anyway. He really just has excellent perception, exceptional agility, and super-human reflexes] can have that effect on you). Might also just be that scar of his, too.
No! Shade is a suspect, he can't mingle with us!
"I don't..." Klobb lets slip a yawn, "think so, man. Hear him out."
(flashback)
KillerSkull: No! The Sharks are down on their luck. Fuck the leafs!
KS: Let's go Akamaru!
Akamaru: "Arf!"
Shade: "Ow, my knee!"
(end flashback)
That's what really happened. And you got angry and stole Tony's lemons! ADMIT IT!@
*wakes up*
"HMM?! Wha? Zwuh...?" Klobb stammers.
Guards! He has a knife in the police station. Detain him!
(Guard enters)
Guard: Hey, what's going o-
Klobb (angry): PRIVATE DETECTIVE BUSINESS, GET THE FUCK OUT!
Guard (frightened): O-o-oh my! Sorry!
(Guard leaves)
Klobb: There won't be any of that nonsense in here.
Tony:What about my lem-?
(Klobb, Shade and KillerSkull angrily stare at Tony)
Tony: I think we have time for some knife-fight action... Please go on...
*Flashback to happy moments of Tony with his lemons,everything goes black & white, Tony's sad voice sounds*
These men are never going to find my loved ones, I will have to find them myself
*Flashback end*
Tony: I'm going to get some coffee. Anyone else for coffee or anything else?
I'll take two fried chickens and a Coke.
Now, where were we gentleman?
C'mon shade. French canadians are just like French people. Speak a little German and they'll surrender! I can handle that thank you.
ACHTUNG, MEIN BRUDER!
That's about all the German I know.
Have you seen the new show on AH? Vs?
Not much of it. no. Perhaps later though.
SO, is there a difference between French Canadians and Canadian Canadians?
Good lord, what's next... American Canadians?!
The case is closed. I mistook Tony's lemons as mine and I made lemonade on accident.
You MONSTER!
But alright, case close- SHADE! KNIFE. DOWN. NOW!
OHHHHHH....I'M SORRY FOR WASTING YOUR PRECIOUS TIME...I'M SORRY I DIDN'T WRITE "THESE LEMONS BELONGS TO TONY"...I'M TRULY SORRY FOR MISSING MY LEMONS...
Screw you Klobb. You didn't even get me a present to make me happy after this tragedy.
PS: I really like these knives of Shade...(!)
(Scene goes black and white)
*in a gravelly narrative voice*
I really didn't like Tony's sarcasm. Who does he think he is? Getting him a present, because he didn't write his name on some damn lemons? No. That won't do. I'm a detective, not a babysitter, so I gotta be blunt with him here.
(Color returns to scene)
"Quit being a bitch, Tony." Klobb sternly demanded.
*focusing attention on Shade*
"Now Shadey-pie, would you so kindly put your knives away? Yes, I know they're duct-taped to your hands, but you can cut them free after all."
why is he burned
In his child soldier days, Rick was on a patrol with his squad when they were ambushed by the enemy, forcing Rick and his squad to take cover among the rubble of buildings. Left and right, other child soldiers Rick knew were dropping like flies, sending him into a state of shock. An older, more veteran soldier in his squad knocked the sense back into him (literally, with a right hook to the noggin when yelling at Rick didn't work), and led him and two other soldiers through the rubble. The enemy were not done yet though, and started tossing various improvised grenades (basically molotov cocktails, since neither side was a fully equipped military and could only afford the bare minimum of weapons from greedy arms dealers) to flush them out. After tripping over some rubble like the klutzy kid Rick was and getting his face splashed by gasoline from a leftover canister, a fire bottle shattered near him, the flames bursting out and engulfing the fuel-covered portion of his face. Rick writhed in pain and panic before the veteran dragged him away from the flames and smothered the tiny inferno on his face. They eventually escaped back to a friendly safehouse on the edge of the war zone, but Rick's burns were not fully treated despite the safe haven. Some time later, Rick is back on the battlefield with his burns not even fully healed yet, eventually leading them to scar over.
I guess I didn't make my point clear. You get me what I want or I lawsuit the hell out of y.u. Unuess you are ready for a new job. But this is even trickier and I doubt LS has something to do with it, this time.
Hell yeah I'm ready for a new job. With KillerSkull at my side, shit, I need to think ahead of these things. One day we're space pilots, the next, detectives. After this, we're gonna be deep sea divers I bet, or F-Zero racers.
Actually Klobb, we're going to be deep sea F-zeto pilots. We will race submarines.
Close enough.
*zero
Hue
And so his legacy begins:
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&list=PLYtcwsUQ6P1OjInj7Oclk8EvGkdhGRy0h&v=OGz2_DhSQTM#t=141s">http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_de tailpage&list=PLYtcwsUQ6P1OjInj7Oclk8EvGkd hGRy0h&v=OGz2_DhSQTM#t=141s</a>
Ain't nobody got nothin' on Mark Nutt.
Ok then(sits comfortable in the chair). I will give you the job, but don't make fool of yourselves(gives a very serious look), it's not going to be easy, even if it may sound like will.
*Gets a large file out of his pocket* This is the special someone you gonna stalk for me. I want to know everything about him, I want you to be his goddamn shadow.(throws file on the desk) But here's the tricky part: He's not going to be alone. He has some guys watch his back and they,unlike you,are professionals...
*Stands up, ready to leave*
Oh and by the way, don't even bother asking me why he is so important to me...It's none of your business.
*Opens the door*
And please, don't get me into trouble,this time...
*Leaves*
*looks at KillerSkull*
"He just said we're not professionals."
*looks down at file, frowns, looks up at door*
(angry) "I'm not doing SHIT for this guy anymore."
*crosses arms*
He knows not what professional is.
KillerSkull
On a side note: sharks and blues round 3 in 30 minutes.
Klobb17
Blues.