Okay, all right then. I am calmed down now. I looked back at my last two entries, and I realized I was FREAKING OUT. My handwriting is sloppy from shaking while writing. We've tracked down who is currently in possession of the Clockwerk tail feathers. Our plan is to destroy all the pieces one by one, in order to do that, we'd need to get all the pieces. So we're going to chase down the Klaww Gang, beat the snot out of them, and take back the parts. Getting Dimitri should be simple, since they have no clue that we're after them, the next member we track down should be slightly aware, but after that, they'll be certain and on high alert. This shouldn't be REALLY hard, I mean, I defeated Clockwerk, took him down and broke him to pieces. That was the most amazing feat I've ever done. I had no idea I could do it. I thought I'd be the orphaned child who was too scared to save his family legacy from total and utter destruction, thus leaving the Cooper family name to the history books. I thought I'd be "the failure" of the family, the disgrace who just wasn't tough enough. But I know better than that now. No person is worthless, no person is unable live up to expectations, anyone can do anything, they just have to have determination. I guess putting it all down on paper makes me feel better about it. I only write when I feel like I'm in trouble and I need someone to talk to. And, I guess I do need someone to talk to right now. But not for long, this gang of selfish crooks is going down; Clockwerk will never see the light of day again.
35 minutes 'till Showtime. We'll start to take down Dimitri's setup piece by piece. It's like a domino effect, if we do one thing, it leaves us room to do another thing, and we get closer and closer to the tail feathers, then grab them. We've got some pretty clever plans going on, we're just running through them right now to make sure they're FLAWLESS. One little mistake, and we've got guards all over us. So, I suppose I should be helping. It is a TEAM effort. Better get going.
Alright, since we all have jobs to do at certain times, I suppose I'm free to write more often. Pretty convenient. Maybe get some spur-of-the-moment thoughts out. Bentley and Murray are out at the moment. I would NEVER want to be caught dead writing. I mean, they're my friends, and they'll understand that I need to get my thoughts down, but still, guys who write in diaries are "sissies". Which is one thing I NEVER want to be thought as. Ever. And of course, the dreaded April Fool's day prank of reading it aloud. I'd die right on the spot. Not that they'd try and exploit my personal thoughts for a couple of laughs… but you never know. Might as well keep it secret for now…
So, we've got about 90% of our objectives complete. I haven't gotten time to write, but now I do. Of course, I'm writing this under the table while Bentley is giving a little slideshow, but I'm sure Murray is paying attention. Okay, not really. I'll just go along with it. We're going to get them as quickly as possible. Grab and go. Hopefully, this will work. And, Bentley just turned the lights on, so "I was paying attention the whole time".