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
You're welcome. :3 Excellent. ^-^ You're very welcome.
“Magic Blue Arm.” I shrugged. “I hear their in style lately.” “Alright, Queen Sassy Pants, if you have telekinesis, why don’t you use it to escape? Open the lock and break out.” He said. I hadn't actually considered this, honestly, but I had also formulated a new better plan. “I will, soon, but not the way you probably think.” I said cryptically. “Would, maybe, help us escape?” Squeaky asked hopefully. “You, yes,” I nodded, “There’s nothing wrong with stomping on duckies, at least not legally anyways.” I turned to A Random Dude, “Some to you, marshmallow blasters aren’t technically illegal, even if you don’t have a license.” “What about me?” Weirdo asked indignantly. “Ah,” I said tentatively, “Well, I don’t know what you did, for all I know, you could be a serial smasher.” “I insulted Baby Yoda.” He whispered but I couldn’t hear him. “What?” I asked, “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.” “I insulted Baby Yoda!” He said louder, looking embarrassed. I laughed, for the first time since I’d been arrested a couple hours before. “OK, you’re a jerk, but you’re no criminal.” I shook my head, amused. “I’ll help you, but only if you take it back, uninsult Baby Yoda.” “I adore Baby Yoda, the Child is awesome and adorable.” He said dryly. “Happy now?” “Very.” I nodded as I focused on telekinetically picking the four of our cell’s locks. “Ha! We’re out! Take that mods!” I stepped out of my cell, so did Weirdo and Dude. “Alright, what’s the plan, Magic Wizard Lady--I mean, girl, not lady.” Squeaky corrected himself as he exited his cell. “I definitely didn’t say lady, I said girl.” “It’s five minutes from midnight,” I said. “At exactly midnight, the guard patrols change, that’s when we can get out. In the meantime, we need to get to an entrance before the rotation.” I glanced at my team, formulating a plan, “Alright--Weirdo, Squeaky, you two block or disconnect the security cameras in our way, I don’t care how you go about it, but make sure you do. Once you do, give us a signal, like a whistle or something, I’ll hear it.” They nodded and I continued, “Dude, you and I will knock out the main guard down here and get the keys.”
Squeaky sighed and nodded. “Stomped on rubber duckies. Essa arrested me for it.” *SNIP*
“Stop calling me that!” I growled, glaring at him darkly. “What? Lady?” Squeaky asked, confused. “Yeah, stop, I don’t like that. It makes me think of puffy dresses and ribbons and powdered white wigs.”
Doesn't seem fair of Essa to arrest him for that when she committed the same heinous crime herself...
XD I'm not so fond of that term either, but more because it makes me sound 40+ years older than I am.
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