"My target? Whaddaya mean?"
Shunyi: “The place you were trying to get to.”
"Oh, yeah. There is supposed to be this big tournament and I was hired to cater."
Shunyi: She sighed. “Dude, we’ve been above this place since I came up here!”
"We would have stopped earlier, but SOMEBODY ruined the soup."
Shunyi: “Yeah, I guess that’s fair.”
He grinned and yelled to the crew. "Lower the ladder!"
Shunyi: “You should probably be quick, there’s a trigger happy guy down there who might mess up your blimp.”
He grinned cockily, saluted her, and jumped out the window.
Shunyi: “Wait... how do I get down?”
"You'll have to figure that out yourself, lass." He said as he floated down on a giant slice of bread.
((A What now))
((HE HAS FUD MAJIKZ))
((BOI IS IT GARLIC))
((no, garlic is too heavy.))
((B-but garlic bread..))
((FINE ITS GARLIC BREAD))
((Yay))
He stepped off of the giant garlic bread, a grin on his face. He then fell the last few feet and landed head-first.
Shunyi: “oh no!”
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