*snip* “Anyways, Squeaky, you two tell me why you’re here first, then I’ll tell you what I did.” “Smuggling. I smuggled illegal contraband--marshmallow machine guns--into the city.” A Random Dude said dryly. “I’m here for stomping on rubber duckies, and Weirdo of Doom, well, it changes every time. No body knows the real reason he’s here and he won’t tell.” Squeaky told me. “You did what?” I asked in disbelief.
[...] “Never!” I shouted and grabbed a plate of french fries from the nearest table (their owner squawked indignantly), then whacked Essa on the head with it. Fries flew everywhere and she slumped to the floor. [..]
TheGreatCon and Essa Kryze , please don't take the next story part the wrong way. I promise I'm not making fun of either of you in it, but using fictional versions of you two worked pretty well since 1) you're both mods and 2) you two are friends.
Thanks for the headsup I'm pretty hard to offend so as long as it fits the guidelines of the site I should be okay ^-^ Thanks for putting me in the story : D
“Just you try!” I used this mysterious force again, pushing them to their feet, and the bolted out of the alley onto the side walk. I dashed into the nearest building, a cafe, and immediately regretted it. The mods were right behind me and now I’d cornered myself. Oh yeah, and Rome had rejoined them, four against one. “Give up, Neko!” Essa ordered. “Never!” I shouted and grabbed a plate of french fries from the nearest table (their owner squawked indignantly), then whacked Essa on the head with it. Fries flew everywhere and she slumped to the floor. Con charged forward and shouted, “For Essa! And the sacred sombrero!” I darted to the side and was about to counter-attack when someone grabbed my left arm in an ironlike grip. I whirled around furiously as Rome snapped a pair of handcuffs on that wrist. "Let go of me!" I shouted, glaring at the mods angrily. “Grab her other arm!” Con cried. Essa did and Rome locked the handcuffs on my other wrist as well. I struggled but it was pointless now, I had been caught. “Back to Mod Tower.” Rome said. With that said, the four mods escorted me out.
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Keeping secrets from Eli = jail time
Yeah, Neko needs to stop keeping secrets from Eli, because she no like the outcome.
*snip* “Anyways, Squeaky, you two tell me why you’re here first, then I’ll tell you what I did.” “Smuggling. I smuggled illegal contraband--marshmallow machine guns--into the city.” A Random Dude said dryly. “I’m here for stomping on rubber duckies, and Weirdo of Doom, well, it changes every time. No body knows the real reason he’s here and he won’t tell.” Squeaky told me. “You did what?” I asked in disbelief.
[...] “Never!” I shouted and grabbed a plate of french fries from the nearest table (their owner squawked indignantly), then whacked Essa on the head with it. Fries flew everywhere and she slumped to the floor. [..]
Those musta been some stale fries.
Very stale. In fact, I'm pretty sure their older than the LMBE.
I’d love the Publicity. ![[lenny]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/7elNEqtPK2hcSAiIMFNh.png)
But I probably should make you wait to find out. 
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Deplorable. Yes. ![[h]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/nPCskakrdhDERqIVGKuw.png)
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I'm afraid I've fallen behind a bit. 