Through the living jeff

I take the sandwich off the ground after Unintellegenius gets punched.

I have no poetry skill at all

Phalanx wanders through the streets. He had decided hours ago that he would find his way into that meeting. Whether or not he would tell his employer, Ignis, or not was the real question. Where have the sundews been appearing again? Phalanx thinks. He heads over to an alley where he knows an informant that is- well informed. He walks into the alley where he’d previously stashed his trench coat. He dropped his leather jacket and donned his trench coat. He pulled on a bowler, and stepped out a completely different man. He scurried over, past the alley of the informant from before, and entered a pub. “I would like a Saltstrom.” Phalanx said, adopting the voice of the people of this area. The bartender nodded over at a man sitting alone at a table in a muddy brown cloak. Phalanx walks over to the man, pulls out a chair, and sits down. “I have information.” The man eyes him “Eh? Whaddya wan’?” “I have information,” Phalanx repeats. “I know ya want somethin’.” “I have a proposal: you answer a question of mine and I give you a very valuable piece of information.” The man seemed to think for a little bit, then slowly nodded. “I’ll agree to this if yer do one thing for meh.” “Alright. What’s that?” “Tell me your name.” ”John. Ask around and you’ll learn more.” ”Now you may ask the question.” Phalanx leans in “Where have the Sundews been appearing?” The man laughs “Anyone with half a brain knows that! Surely you’re kidding?” Phalanx looks him in the eye “No.” “Well, that’s a rather stupid question! They’re all on the coast. All along the beach, and they’ve even started creepin’ in!” “Thank you” Phalanx says, getting up “Hey! You promised!” “I lied.” Then, Phalanx leaves, with people shouting behind him. The coast. Why the coast? It seemed obvious. It was the safest seeming place outside of the city, and in general, its people. A hand clamps onto his shoulder not a block past the pub. “You’re gonna regret wha’ yer jus’ did,” A rough voice growls behind him, pressing something sharp into his back. “Oh really?” Phalanx says, taking a deep breath. If he pushes any more, a shield should appear, preventing the blade from piercing his skin. Phalanx would really rather that didn’t happen, because (1.) he wanted to keep his persona of John, the friendly informant, and (2.) trench coats were pretty darn hard to find. He takes a deep breath, and twists, rolling his body towards the flat side of the blade, simultaneously pushing the man away and dashing down the alley where he’d stashed his leather jacket. He quickly drops the hat and trench coat, stashes it behind a bin, and dons the leather jacket. A few moments later, the man who had tried to kill him dashed into the alley, running right into Phalanx. “Move it!” The would-be murderer shouted at Phalanx. “No,” Phalanx says. The man brandishes the knife. “I said, move!” “No,” Phalanx repeats, “I will not move.” Then he makes some shields appear. The man stumbles backwards, going white. “I- I- I’m sorry m- m’lord.” ”You are forgiven. What do you want?” ”Uh… er… there was a man running through here a moment ago and…” ”I have dealt with him. Now go.” The man steps backward, then runs back to the pub. Well, Phalanx thinks, that’s one issue dealt with. Then he heads down towards the beach.

The hope is it’ll start back up.

Welcome! I’m not going to say anything about Aredors cookie

O…k?

Oh. sorry

dooooooooooo iiiiiiiiiitttttttttt Uhhh… I agree with everyone else. I think it’s ai

Welcome! I’d say my favorite hold quote is “I’m lucky youre all so dumb.”

Hello, and welcome! Favorite cheese?

8. how many bombs have you lost in the last week?

Run faster than Fleet. What is that in your cereal?

Dragon, of course! What to you do when you see an explosive?

How many of these can we do?

… really?

“You would regret that.”

Shard eye dropper.

“I don’t.”

Why did you blow up mount rushmore? here, take this