"I've got it!" exclaimed a salesman, "Casual Friday is moved to January
which is the first day of each month! So we get SEVEN casual fridays
instead of twelve!"
"Wow," said Xelkitti, turning to Verath, "I wasn't aware there was actually logic to that all bullshit."
"Me neither," admitted Verath. "Well, shall we test our weapons?"
"Of course," said Xelfan12, "You first."
"My pleasure," grinned Verath. He aimed and fired, all in one fluid motion. His aim was impeccable. Exactly a fourth of the salespeople were blown away. His arm barely jerked from the recoil. His companions applauded enthusiastically.
"My turn!" said Xelkitti, cheerfully. She threw the death scissors. How she managed to do it without cutting off any fingers was left to speculation. The entire scissors seemed to be covered in blades. The death scissors flew through the air at great speeds, cutting off the arms of a saleswoman as it past, as easily as a red-hot sporknf through butter, then her head as it whizzed back like a supersonic boomerang. Several salespeople around her were blown away by the sonic boom. Xelkitti leapt onto the table and caught it, once again without losing any body parts. She turned and bowed while Verath and Xelfan12 clapped.
"I don't think this meeting is right..." said the salesman that had figured out the logic behind Verath's speech. In a wave of navy blue and grey suits, the salespeople ran for the door. A nanosecond before the first of them touched the door handle, they were all thrown into complete darkness.
Confused, they milled about like lost sheep until the lights returned again, revealing their new surroundings. They were in some kind of lobby or waiting room. Plush armchairs lined the walls, broken only by the occasional endtable full of magazines and brochures. A young lady with firey red hair tucked neatly into a bun sat typing away at the computer behind a desk. What kind of joke was this?
"Where are we?" asked one of the salespeople.
"Oh, just wait until your name is called," replied the lady behind the desk. The salespeople nervously settled into chairs. One of them picked up a magazine and opened it without a second thought. Another glanced through a brochure.
Voodoo Kit Deluxe Edition! 2056!
Includes material for five dolls, plus pins, instructions, and 'How to Cause Agonizing Pain, the Voodoo Way' booklet by Xelkitti.
What kind of brochure was this? Meanwhile, the reader of the magazine threw is away in panic. It landed, cover up on the floor. PlayMazoku. The brochure soon joined it, revealing it to be Torture Buddy 2003.
"Wow," said Xelkitti, turning to Verath, "I wasn't aware there was actually logic to that all bullshit."
"Me neither," admitted Verath. "Well, shall we test our weapons?"
"Of course," said Xelfan12, "You first."
"My pleasure," grinned Verath. He aimed and fired, all in one fluid motion. His aim was impeccable. Exactly a fourth of the salespeople were blown away. His arm barely jerked from the recoil. His companions applauded enthusiastically.
"My turn!" said Xelkitti, cheerfully. She threw the death scissors. How she managed to do it without cutting off any fingers was left to speculation. The entire scissors seemed to be covered in blades. The death scissors flew through the air at great speeds, cutting off the arms of a saleswoman as it past, as easily as a red-hot sporknf through butter, then her head as it whizzed back like a supersonic boomerang. Several salespeople around her were blown away by the sonic boom. Xelkitti leapt onto the table and caught it, once again without losing any body parts. She turned and bowed while Verath and Xelfan12 clapped.
"I don't think this meeting is right..." said the salesman that had figured out the logic behind Verath's speech. In a wave of navy blue and grey suits, the salespeople ran for the door. A nanosecond before the first of them touched the door handle, they were all thrown into complete darkness.
Confused, they milled about like lost sheep until the lights returned again, revealing their new surroundings. They were in some kind of lobby or waiting room. Plush armchairs lined the walls, broken only by the occasional endtable full of magazines and brochures. A young lady with firey red hair tucked neatly into a bun sat typing away at the computer behind a desk. What kind of joke was this?
"Where are we?" asked one of the salespeople.
"Oh, just wait until your name is called," replied the lady behind the desk. The salespeople nervously settled into chairs. One of them picked up a magazine and opened it without a second thought. Another glanced through a brochure.
Voodoo Kit Deluxe Edition! 2056!
Includes material for five dolls, plus pins, instructions, and 'How to Cause Agonizing Pain, the Voodoo Way' booklet by Xelkitti.
What kind of brochure was this? Meanwhile, the reader of the magazine threw is away in panic. It landed, cover up on the floor. PlayMazoku. The brochure soon joined it, revealing it to be Torture Buddy 2003.