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!6uAFIV1ifw 06/24/10(Thu)00:34 No.10703767>>10703649
As you continue to listen to the aliens. . .
> Alien Cunning check: 3
. . . you, as SISTER CARMINE, are relieved that the filthy fucking Xenos decided not to check the sphere to make sure that it is the correct one.
"So, Hew-Mons," the alien says, as he turns to the two thugs who were hired to rob your manor, "Did you find retrieving the sphere difficult?"
"Ummmm. . . not at all, sir," Cletus says.
"It was simplicity itself, sir," Travis says.
The two hicks, you see, are standing around nervously, sweating bullets. Anyone could tell that they're nervous and up to something.
I guess the aliens aren't that good at reading human body language.
"Excellent," the alien says. "In that case, all that remains is payment. I believe this will be sufficient?"
The alien leader raises his hand, and one of his lackeys approaches, bringing a small chest. The chest is opened, and you can see that it is filled to the brim with gold bars.
"Yup, that'll do nicely," Cletus says, licking his lips nervously.
"Excellent," the alien says. "Our business is concluded. You may leave."
He hands the chest to Travis, who takes it from him, then immediately grunts in surprise and staggers under the weight. He and Cletus are forced to work together to carry the gold out of the space ship.
The Alien leader then turns to his lackies and nod. Two of them walk off-camera, drawing ray guns as they leave. You hear two ray gun shots, and a couple of pained screams. |
