Day 10
"…What the fuck?" was the only thing that managed to come out of Luxord's mouth. He'd wanted to say so much more, really, but the present situation robbed him of all words.
One…two…four…six…ten guys in tights were prancing and leaping about the large meeting room. They didn't even notice his presence, merely kept at their frolicking.
The british man watched them in appalled fascination. Slowly he looked around him and, making sure no one was about, trailed after one of the guys for a step or two, then launched himself into a graceful and mighty leap.
Landing with a triumphant smirk, he stood for a moment more before scowling darkly.
"Fucking carpet biters" he mumbled as he swished his hand, freezing time and the odd men, and made his way to each one, rummaging through their clothes for any valuables.