Third Dark Hole

[cueball]

[Phone]

I am handing out candy for any girls in the neighborhood who want some. A way to show my apprciation for this Earth holiday called Father's Day if I'm right. So many of you seem very busy taking care of men, so you should have something in return. 916 Bilko Boulevard will be the location and all girls young and not are welcome to stop by.

[He hangs up there.]

[Action; 916 Bilko Boulevard]

[As Scratch said he will be outside on the yard of his house, with two bowls of different assortments of 1950's candy. All store bought, as stealing is beneath him even if he could easily do it.

Ladies.]

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[cueballer.livejournal.com]

[The door will open to Scratch standing right there. In the human flesh.]

Hello Slick.

[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

[You've been preparing for this one, Slick. You've had this rolling around in your head for ages. All you have to do is deliver the line and kill him. You've waited your whole life for this moment. Do it.]

What's going on, doc?

I mean, wait. Shit, hang on. How's it hanging, doc? Fuck, just- hold on a second. Need to kink this one out.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

[Really Slick. Not even one line ready for him.]

Would you like to have something to drink while you think on your delivery line?

[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

Okay you know what fuck it. [HAVE A FURIOUS DERSITE POUNCING TOWARDS YOU, KNIFE A-STABBING]

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

[ROUND ONE: STRI-

except no, Scratch is teleporting toward the far side to evade Slick.]

[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

[Guess which dunkass is gonna end up driving his knife straight through the wall that's right it's this guy.]

You have gotta be fuckin' kidding me.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

[He makes a small 'tsk tsk' sound.]

If you are really so determined, I will give you some since you took the trouble to come all this way.

[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

Damn right you will. [ASSERT YOURSELF SLICK, NEED TO SAVE FACE] Hand 'em over and I'll spare your life. Probably. Maybe.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

[Scratch points to a bowl of candy he was preparing on the coffee table, which noticeably has some Scottie Dogs in them.]

Take as much as you like. Licorice isn't very popular among most taste buds from my understanding.

[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

[Slick immediately seizes the bowl and begins meticulously picking out the Scottie Dogs, depositing them safely in his hat.] That's because most people have shitty taste buds. Humans especially. I should know, I just got done bein' one.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

How fortunate for you. [Said with just a tinge of bitterness. Yeah still pretty sore in the butt about being turned human all over again.] Take as many as you please. Just don't damage my walls.

[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

Why? What are you gonna do to me if I damage your precious fuckin' walls. [tapping one claw against a wall while he gathers Scottie Dogs.....]

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

I don't want you to regret stepping foot into this house.

[C'mon Slick he gave you Scottie Dogs, despite you not being a young lady, what more do you want]

[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

[YOUR HEAD ON A PIKE, WHITEY]

Yeah? You gonna make me regret it, tough guy? You may have that weird teleportation shit, but the way I see it that doesn't stop me from settin' this dump on fire.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

[ :( ]

Did you bring a tank of motor oil with you for such a feat?

[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

[...]

I'll be right back.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Not even prepared? This place is making you lose your touch, Slick. I expect better of you.