Author's note of doom:
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Eruka has Jak X now . Razer must die a painful death. He is Clue's evil clone! grrrrr. Any way this is the long authors note of doom in which I'm actually taking the time to list people who have reviewed and thank them. SO ANY WAYS! HAPPY BELATED ALL HALLOW EVE! .
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Get over it your a mime!
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--- Get Your Freak On---ch 27---
"Holly shit..."
"Told you it was bad..." Flame said looking down at the vehicle's control's as they came in for a landing. Clue sat in the passenger seat staring out the window, a little awe struck at the devastation of the city below.
Cassie brought the ship down into a perfect landing, the engine grumbled and finally shut down. And things seemed suddenly quite in the destroyed surrounding. The air train's doors hissed stubbornly and began to lift open
Clue bundled his things up in lap in preparation to leave. Flame opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a coin bag in the face. She managed to catch it before it tumbled onto the floor.
"Thanks for the ride."
"Wait? were the hell are you intending to go? Its a freaking war zone out-" She swung her self out the vehicle after him, "-Here..."
She had landed the vehicle close to a large pile of rubble near the port. The city was in shambles and if any one had thought the port was dirty before, then they hadn't seen it in a while.
"your point?" he shouldered the slender box he was toting around with him and shrugs.
"Just tell me were your headed..." she was following after him.
"no idea."
"What! You concocted a scheme to get here and you've got no reason? None at all? Precursor's you MUST be retarded"
"I have to find...people."
"Oh very vague of you I understand now, thank you my life seems worth while now." she threw her hands up at his back in frustration then flipped him off.
She continued to glare at him while he walked away. Flame was not one to let things go, nothing was ever simple with the pilot, she was about ready to run after him and ring his neck but the wastelander stopped dead in his tracks before the idea fully struck her.
He turned and gave her a funny look, "there a head quarters of some kind of sorts or shapes or likeness to?"
"...yeah...there is..." Flame suddenly wanted to get rid of him again, and she had been so close to never having to deal with the odd passenger again.
"Wanna just tell me how to get there maybe?" he asked in sounding doubtfully that she would tell him.
"Great! Now you want directions! This is like a demented children's story. I can see it now, It would be called If You Pick a Creepy Guy Up In the Desert. Why can't you know just go get lost like you plan on doing, its not like it's really going to mater that your even here. Just get lost. Okay, mister mysterious bi-polar passenger man why did you even come her, this city is basically dead anyway!"
Clue looked at her with a puzzled expression as she recovered from her rant, "Your the bi-polar one flipping out every five minutes..." he paused again and gave her another doubtfully look, "so those...directions?"
"Your an ass...that way two blocks. Good riddance," She pointed down the short partially destroyed road and to the right, "I don't see what you plan to accomplish here anyway!" she burst out in one breath.
He snorted. "I need a cigarette,"
"Flamebrough!" a com on her hip suddenly crackled to life with a very angry gravely voice.
"OH SHIT!" Flame grabed at the com as if god himself was speaking with her, "YES SIR?"
"You deserting bitch..."
"Um sir...I didn't desert, I just went to one..."
"Bullshit... I want you back at base, Now." the com clicked dead.
Clue watched as the pilot streamed a string of curses while stomping about in mad circles for the course of half a minute.
She balled a gauntleted fist and smacked the side of her air train with a resounding clang, "Shit" she grumbled and flexed her hand.
"you done yet?" He asked as she stood panting and glaring at him, some how during her rant he had managed to light a cigarette and it was hanging boldly one the side of his lip as it usually did.
"yes...yes I am." she rolled her shoulders making her blue armor click as the joints moved.
"Okay then...you coming?"
"this is all your fault." was her answer as she barged past him and into the empty port side street.
With in a few minutes walk the odd pair found themselves entering the naughty Otsel. Clue could only shake his head at the site of the neon orange Otsel shaped sign.
"We use it for target practice...ugly aint it? " the pilot commented, as she walked toward it.
Clue looked up at it as it waved its pitch fork at him, "Amusing was the word I was looking for," he shook his head again and followed her inside.
Torn sat angrily on the halo table, knife drawn and inspecting it, ignoring the pair as they entered. His sharp emerald eyes flicked up at the two momentarily and looked back down at the knife again.
"Flame..." the guard commander growled.
"I...can explain!" she yelled, frustrated at the commander.
"this better be good," he said more to himself still pretending to examine his blade.
"well you know that signal we got in from the desert? We'll I went out there and..."
"the one you were directly ordered by Veegar not to respond to? And I know you didn't him find out there, you would reported back if you had. So what the hell is going on then?" he looked up then and nailed the pilot with his green eyes.
"um..." Flamebrough shuffled her feet, " I found him," she pointed at Clue who had taken a seat on a table in one of the both.
"Yo," Clue gave the disgruntle commander a mock salute, "remember me?"
"should I?" Torn asked in his usual intimidating manner in which he asked questions.
"Sold me a faulty power cell."
"You only asked if i had one, not if it worked." Torn said gruffly, it was more of a statement and less of a defense.
"Have you ever been hit over the head with a frying pan by your girl friend?" Clue asked him putting out his cigarette on the grimy both table.
"what the hell does that have to do with any thing?" The commander asked looking a little confused but mostly annoyed.
"its what happens when you buy them faulty power cells, "he said lighting another cigarette up.
Torn snorted and turned his attention back to Flame, "You left your entire battalion out there. He pointed toward the west wall."
"Yes sir, I know sire... I left Aiden in charge!" she said putting up what sounded like her last defense, "And she told me to go and i know you demoted her sir but she is still the most experienced one out there! And since when do we take orders from Veeger!"
the leader mumbled angrily, shaking his head.
Flame glared at her commander and caught Clue opening the long box he had been lugging around, "Soooooo," she drawled putting her hands behind her back and rocking on her heels.
"I'm not demoting you..."
"WOOT!" she half yelled with a crooked grin, "I'm still a captian!...Continue," she urged.
"Get your ass out of my sight," he growled at at her unprofesional behavior seeming to push the last of his buttons.
"Did you just call my ass big?" she glared at Torn accusingly, Clue snorted behind her.
"For Mar's sake get the hell out of here and back to your battalion before your stupidity makes me change my mind!" there was such wrath in this statement that the captain found herself lost for words.
"yes sir," she managed to squeak.
"And take your hitchhiker with you." he said pointing his curved knife at Clue menacingly..
Clue snapped his head toward him at the sound of his name. He blinked with the guilty expression of a child caught red handed. Though he kept his gaze on the disgruntle commander, he continued to stuff his already laden bag with what was in his hands.
"Is that a sword?" Flame asked giving him a skeptical look and pointing at the sword that was indeed strapped to his back.
Torn ran a hand over his face, "Just get the hell out! both of you!"
"Hey who the hell says I'm going with her, I'm just here wait for Jak and Ju-"
'thwack!' Torn's dagger vibrated as it stuck out of the wall where it was thrown. Clue blinked, "Oh SHIT! Okay, okay, I know where I'm not wanted...damn you throw fast..." he mumbled grabbing his long ear and claping his gloved hands over a rather painful looking cut on its edge.
"Now," He growled standing up.
"OKAY! TIME TO GO!" Flame yelled grabbing Clue by the back of the shirt.
Clue found himself outside before he had the chance to regain his composure and do something he'd regret in Torn's presence.
Flame throw her back to the bar's door and took a few deep breaths, "you're lucky he missed," she said pointing at him.
Clue was glaring at her, with a hand still on his ear, which like most ear wounds was bleed profusely for better reason than that it was an ear wound.
"You moved at the last second or something,cause that should have hit your face..." Flame shook her head, "damn lucky."
Clue grumbled something about how fast Torn could throw things and gave up on his ear deciding to just let ti bleed until it felt like stopping.
"Well?" she said stepping father out into the abandoned street, "you coming or going?"
Clue blinked, "is that a trick question?" he asked resigning himself to lean back on his heels and take drag.
"Your not really going to follow me to my battalion?"
Clue leaned onto his toes and back again, his metal soled boots clacking on the cement each time. His brow scrunched up with worried thought, "Yeah, why the hell not." he said decisively, droping back to the flats of his feet with a soft clunk.
Flame made a noise half sigh and part groan, "whatever," and with that she strode away, un-clipping the helmet hanging from her waist and jamming it on her head.
Flamebrough led the way down the port side roads, leading them deeper and deeper into the wreckage of the city. They eventually came to a place in the road where it came to a sharp corner leading into another district of the city.
They had walked there in almost complete silence so when a loud voice and gun barrel met his face, Clue was a lilttle startled.
"Hey, Newbie! Drop your weapon!" A voice boom from behind the gun pointing soldeir.
Clue swatted the gun out of his face and glared at the sapphire haired youth glaring back at him. A small band-aid was stuck over the bridge of the young soldier's nose and the degree in which his hair matched his armor was frightening.
"Name and rank." the voice from before ordered. A tall Blond woman had appeared next to the so called 'newbie' and was pointing a very large arc welder at him.
"Aiden you dumb ass its me!" Flame growled hitting the button on the side of her helmet so the visor flipped up.
"OH MY PRECOURSORS!" She yelled throwing herself at the pilot, "I thought you left me!" the barrel of her gun connected with her helmet with a hollow metal clang. Flame discreetly grabbed her head to make the ringing stop.
"Who's he?" the blue haired soldier said still pointing his gun at clue.
"Me?" Clue asked, pointing at himself.
"Just ignore him..." Flame said with a groan.
Aiden shrugged and holstered her arc welder and threw an arm around her considerably shorter comrade's shoulder, "Well then, how bout a report then?" Flame groaned.
"So..." the young soldier said still standing in Clue's way as he went to follow the two officers, "Your not the Jak guy are you? Cause i thought he was blond"
Clue groaned and looked over his head at the other more interesting soldiers dispersed through out the area.
"No," he said flatly taking a step to walk around him. The soldier to his dismay took a counter step.
"You got a name?" he asked playing with the safety switch of his gun as it hung off his shoulder.
"Its Clue. Now you wanna move?"
"what the hell kind of name is Clue?" the words barely escaped his mouth before he met the concrete. He blinked up at Clue and glared, he wasn't fond of being pushed around.
"what the hell kind of name is newbie?" Clue said stonily, flicking his cigarette but at the downed freedom fighter. The newbie grumbled as he stalked off and glared at a few other guards who found watching others be shoved to the ground amusing.
Clue found the two officers deep in conversation with a few other blue clad guards huddled around a small fire near the shelter of a large mound of rumble.
"...I hate the Clue walked over and stood directly behind Flame.
"...I hate the bastard... But you know..." the Blond officer from before said to flame.
"Yeah it would have been nice," Flame said with a sigh.
"Yeah it would have been nice, if the freak wasn't already dead somewhere in the desert," a newcomer said leaning forward from his seat on some ruble to stir the fire. He had a scragy green crew cut that matched his stubbled and unshaven face. brown blood stained bandages wound around one side of his head and over his left eye, his remaining visible green eye glared at flame.
"It was worth a shot, okay!" she blurted out defensively.
"Who the hell is he, any way." the green haired guard asked disapprovingly pointing at Clue. The other woman first gave the ebony haired waste lander looming behind Flame a questioning glare, then gave flame one herself.
"Him?" Flame said leaning back to look up at him, "hes just a pain in the ass."
"And your an annoying bitch..." He shot back, taking a drag.
"So, I'm not the only one who thinks it?" the green haired man pipped in.
"I hope you... you...you..." She grabbed up a small rock and launched it at her comrade. It bounced harmlessly off his scratched an dented chest plate.
"Die? That not a very good threat considering the circumstance, but your pretty numb so I guess the Metal head will get you first." He smirked as he watched the indignation rise in flame's Expression.
"Children..." The blond growled as Flame was about o open her mouth again, Flame resigned herself to glare. "So?" the officer said almost chirping, looking up at clue, "You going to just lurk there or sit. Clue snorted and nudged Flame with his foot, she moved over grumpily and he took a seat on the rubble. "I'm Captain Lenora Aiden and thats Lieutenant Bobbi Havloc, " She said business like with a nod of her toward the green haired Bobbi. Bobbi gave a half salute and went back to poking the fire.
She locked her worn doe brown eyes on Clue then, "Now, one question: Do you have any battle experience at all?" she asked with a frustrated look, accompanied by an equally frustrated hand motion.
"Yep." was his only answer as he looked thoughtfully down at his boots.
"And you carry a sword?" Bobbi Havloc said sarcastically. Flame snickered.
"Seriously, " Flame said, " for once Bob is right, what can you do to a metal head with a sword?"
"You'd be surprised, "Clue said simply flicking the ashes off the end of his cigarette.
"Nice catch Flame, he's entertaining and talkative." Aiden snorted.
Clue glared at her and went back to contemplating his boots.
"Shut up Lenny," Flame kicked her, " At least I tried, Its not my fault the his freakness Jak is probably mummified out in the desert somewhere."
"No he's not."Lenny, Bob and Flame blinked at Clue.
"What do you mean?" Flame asked suspiciously.
"He should have been in the city before I even sent out the distress call," He said still looking at his boots,. I'm actually really surprised he hasn't shown up yet... they should have blown something up by now." he said with a sigh and a partly worried look.
"You mean he's coming?" Bobbi asked.
"No hes saying he should already be here? How do you know this?" Lenora said leaning forward glaring at him intently.
Shots rang out suddenly behind them. All four heads snapped towards the curve in the road leading away from the port.
"METAL HEADS! INCOMING!" the com's of the three freedom fighters screamed in unison in the voice of a young and frightened soldier.
Flamebrough, Aiden and Havloc were all up like a shot. The lounging fighter's were mobilizing with a speed moist armies would be jealous of. Helmets were crammed on, Guns un-holsteres and armored buckled at lightning speeds.
Clue swore and grabbed his overstuffed little green pack. He tore open one of the little side pockets and pulled out a pair of streamline looking black and silver wrist bracers. With a moment of hesitation he shouldered his little green bag of tricks, scrambled to his feet to follow the quickly dispersing Guards.
The shots had increased to a chorus of volleys and the familiar piercing screams of a metal head horde assaulted his ears.
"Form a perimeter!"Aiden ordered over the fire, "And for precursor's sake don't just sit there! SHOOT!" she screamed turning to a timid soldier with a hell bent furry.
The metal heads were careening down the street, their yellow Skull gems illuminating their path in the near dusk light like bobbing viscous phantoms. The creatures flooded the street, the remains of the originally ambushed soldiers were already obscured by the oncoming horde.
The Guards had taken up position behind the various piles of ruble, each one firing at random into the sea of metal plated creatures hurling themselves at them. Th metal heads had yet to come into range to fire their own projectiles, and were at the mercy of the Freedom fighter shots. The howls and screams of the felled creatures echoed and reverberated between the walls of the street with horrific intensity.
Suddenly as if the waters of a damn had suddenly let lose, a deluge of purple sparking shots filled the air with their electric buzz.
Clue threw himself behind the relative safety of a pile of debris. He drew his pea shooter and started to charge it up.
"Holly shit is that a peace maker, shit man!" the soldier next to exclaimed as the muzzle of the gun began to glow with a bright intensity.
A opposing Eco shot exploded into the top of their Pile throwing debris and shrapnel everywhere. The first human screams began to split the air.
"Sort of," He Yelled back peeking over the protective rubble. He fired his eco weapon and ducked. The shot flew forward hissing and sizzling with every dark eco blast that came in contact with it. The shot exploded into the midst of the metal heads with an ear splitting roar, blue eco arched and spread from one twisted creature to the next. Not every creature hit died, the screams and yowls of those incapacitated and convulsing on the ground was proof, but the number of those electrified to a crisp made up for those that didn't die immediately.
Clue was able to fire off three more identical shots in succession before the swarm plowed through the battalion's decreasing ranks. The guard next to him fell with a scream as a feline like metal head Clamped its vice like jaws over his helmeted head. Clue swore and shot a quick blast at the creature as it wrestled with the terrified soldier. The metal head was knocked back and twitched twice before collapsing like a rag doll to the side of the guard.
The world around them had exploded into a pandemonium of yowls, shots, screams and kicked up dust and ruble.
"GET UP!" Clue yelled down at the dazed soldier. The soldier scrambled to his feet and took up his armorments and began shooting at anything that moved. Clue seemed to approve of his methods and followed suit.
Clue saw it coming out of the corner of his eye. He spun toward the oncoming beast just in time. With an eclectic crackle three blades shot out of his sleek wrist bracers as he tore into the flesh of the pugnacious metal head as it leaped towards him. He stumbled back with the force of the creature's charge and threw it to the side and off his talons with battle cry.
The sun was setting quickly over the impromptu battlefield. The young soldier was shooting haphazardly at the bouncing green and yellow skull gem lights as they trailed through the growing darkness.
Clue swore aloud over the din, they were rushing right past him. He knew they had to be cut off from the rest of the freedom fighter force by then.
"ah HELL!" Another Metal head lunged at him with a savage roar. His vision was filled with the thing's gnashing teeth before he hooked it through the soft flesh under its jaw with his blades. It screamed a high pitched squeal into Clue's face as it hung impaled on his talon like weapon. He stumbled backwards a few steps and into his blue clad companion before he flung it off with a grisly riping noise.
"HEY!" the soldier yelled at him stabilizing the two of them by grabbing his shoulders, "Aiden's calling for a fall back!"
"NO shit!" Clue yelled back with an air of unnecessary sarcasm, he turned and shot another pouncing metal head with his pea shooter.
"Well if Aiden says fall back we-" the soldier didn't quiet see his sarcasm.
"You know..." he growled still pointing his gun in the general direction where the felled creature lay, "this isn't the best place for conversation."
it was at this moment one of the hundreds of zinging Dark eco shots found its mark in his upper thigh. Clue went down with a confused yelp, his right leg crumpling under his own weight. He hit ground on all fours,swearing like a sailor.
No matter how many times it happened in never failed to shock his system. The feeling of a sub degree icicle injecting cold slick oil into his flesh. For a moment he was lost in the sensation of the Dark eco wound, the rest of the world had been blocked out and it came exploding back with the sound of gunshot and feral growls.
A Metal Head exploded past him, galloping at full speed. Followed by another, and yet another retreating creature. The resounding sound of booming red eco blast droned out and out numbered the sizzling dark eco shots.
Clue managed to drag himself back up to his feet. His leg had already gone mostly numb. He turned to face the retreating horde of metal head rushing by. He blinked only moments before they had been rushing the other way past him. None them seemed to be bvothering themselves with him despite his bleeding leg.
His blue armored companion was nowhere in sight, But the voices and yells of the battalion were quickly approaching as they drove the metal heads back down the street
the sight off the soldiers rushing towards him in the setling gloom and the sound of their clomping boots seemed to shake him back to reality and remind him of the gun in his hand.
So being the stubborn, bitter person that he was, he turned whipping his duster around behind him to face the retreating foe. He charged his pea shooter and let fly at the heels of the fleeing beasts.
He didn't get to see the result of his vengeful shot into the back of the horde though, claws suddenly impacted his back. He hit the ground ground face first, the back of his head in the jaws of the attacking predator.
With a lightening fast motion he reached up behind his own head and grabbed the creature's head holding his own. Before the metal head knew what hit it, the six blades of the wastelander's bracers were impaled in to it's face and neck. With an ominous sizzle the creature began to twitch and spasm.
Unfortunately for Clue metal heads are die hards, and the pain enraged metal plated feline clamped its jaws down with greater force as it's Life blood began to gush out and its spasm became more intense.
Clue screamed. And tried to lever the thing off of him in vain. He ended up squirming underneath its weight due to his lack of upper body strength and bum leg.
The metal head gave one more final convulsion before going limp and becoming a dead weight on his back. With a grunt he let his blades retract into the bracers and used his freed hands to push himself off the ground and slide the metal head corpse off of him.
He was struggling to get back onto his feet with his numb leg when someone grabbed him by the shoulder and hauled him to his feet.
"What the hell are you doing here!" an oddly familiar voice cried with accusing amazement and surprise.
"Clue?"
Clue blinked, getting back his balance back and looked over and saw through his swimming vision a very confused looking Jak. The shorter blond had a steadying hand on his shoulder. Jak was a mess, a cut on his brow was bleeding down the side of his face and he was covered in soot as if he had stood a little to close to a couple dozen explosions.
"Did you miss me?" Clue managed to ask with wry grin. He put a gloved hand gingerly to the back of his head and winced.
"You okay?" Jak asked him, thinking he looked about ready to pass out. He didn't really give a damn how he got to the city at the moment. He was more concerned with the swarming metal head that had invaded the port.
"Peachy," was his short retort. With a quick motion, that betrayed his state of being, he whipped up his gun and let lose a small discharge at a brave metal head that had intended to pounce them from atop a pile of near by ruble, "Just peachy."
"Well your in a good mood," Daxter commented sardonically.
Jak snorted. He let go of Clue and looked through the sights of his morph gun and began to pick off the metal heads as they plowed their way down the street. With each shot the blond took a couple steps after his foes, Pursuing them down the street with a vengeance.
The darkened street was now swarming with freedom fighters instead of metal heads. The only sign of the dispersing beasts was the distant bobbing of green yellow lights reflecting off the metal sidings of the buildings at the far corner. The eerie light of the last fleeing metal heads vanished and a stupendous cheering roared to life with in the battalion's ranks. Clue stood where Jak had left him, leaning most of his weight on his good leg, trying very hard not to let the four puncture wounds on the back of his head get to him.
"Hey!" He was nearly toppled as he he was tackled into an awkward hug. Jules grinned up at him with a face equally as sooty as Jak's. Her strawberry blond hair was tangled and windswept and her bagy yellow hat was missing from its usual roost.
"Hey..." he echoed back grabbing her up tighter than she expected, leaving bloody hand prints on her shirt. he kissed her quickly on the top of the head, "Do me a favor," he said releasing her for a moment, "Never get in any type of vehicle with Jak again." he finished trying to give her a grin through the fierce pain in the back of his head.
Jules laughed in an ironic way, "You hear that Jak! Your Driving sucks!"
"well it doesn't help you were screaming your head off the whole way!" Daxter called as Jak strutted over through the crowd of rejoicing soldiers.
Jak jostled his shoulder so the Otsel had to scramble to keep his balance, "Shut up Dax." the blond renegade chastised him with a groan. He leaned on his morph gun and looked over at the couple, eying the trickle of blood running behind Clue's ear and down his neck,"You sure your okay?"
"Not really..."he answered, looking past him with unfocused eyes.
Jules squeaked as the larger man leaned his full weight onto her shoulders. Jak snatched up his gun and holstered on his back with a deft motion. He grabbed the wastelander's arm and threw it around his shoulder, freeing the short red head from his weight.
"Thanks..." He managed to mumble. Jak grunted in return and Daxter hopped onto Jule's shoulder, surprisingly without comment.
"WAAAHAA YEAH! HELL YES! METAL DEADS I TELL YOU! METAL DEADS! ...WHO"S UP FOR DINNER AT TORNS PLACE?" the com on Jak's hip exploded with an excited woman's voice.
"Alright, Alright," a slightly saner sounding voice yelled over the static and excited soldiers, "You heard the spaz!...Lets get our asses back to HQ!"
"their armor makes them look like smurfs..." Clue mumbled as a sea of blue clad guards streamed past them. Jak had no idea what he was talking about.
Every muscle in Jak's body was protesting the newest strain put on it. Her attempted to wipe some of the sweat and blood of his brow with the back of his hand and committed him self to the uncomfortable task. He helped Clue hobble along in silence, listening to tired yet joyous soldiers about him. After the rigors of the last few hours, hauling Clue back to the naughty Otsel was the last thing he wanted to do. Just thinking about the past six hours made him want to sit down and plan Jules's immediate switch to decaf.
"Your girl friend is nuts..." Jak said mostly to himself, assuming Clue was more unconscious than not as they hobbled along, avoiding the numerous corpses scattering the area.
"Thats half the fun..." he replied unexpectedly with a half chuckle " what took you two so long anyway?"
Clue's metal soled shoe scraped against the pavement as he dragged his injured leg, Jak sighed and eyed Jules of to his left before answering. She had struck up a conversation with a female guard and was showing off her hammer to her while Daxter tried in vain to flirt with her.
" besides the fact that she lit two tons of dynamite on a rail train on a slow fuse, so we had to run after it so as not to blow up, combined with the number of metal heads in the sewers-"
"and the sewers are on the other side of town..." Clue interrupted.
"Yeah..." Jak mumbled, "Any chance you can hobble faster?"
"You lucky I don't like to pass out in public..." Clue said with a groan as he dragged his right leg forward. The two were actually making surprisingly good time.
Jak sighed and after a moment of thought asked, "How the hell did you get here anyway?"
"Magic," he said with a relieved kind of way as the neon orange mascot of the naughty Otsel came into view.