Quite a day this one was! We had to find some ganger called Raucous, or some such garbage. We needed to kill him and take his fertility backpack? Yeah, I didn’t really get it, but somehow it was supposed to make him really hard to kill. Our client wouldn’t meet with us directly so we went to find a tiny weirdo in a haunted van in the forest. Seemed like a reasonable plan to me. Hiccups. Yes we had a few hiccups with this one. I’d never seen a pixie before (still haven’t?) The guy was so small and hard to see. He was a skittish little fella, tried to microwave me. He totally lost it when one of Dogman’s buddies barked him into submission. We collected the weirdo and convinced him to do his spirit walking mumbo jumbo to get the info from our client.
In the meantime, I had a gopher problem to take care of. Didn’t go super well (Yeah, I could hear you laughing Jerry).
What a Mohawk! (compensating much?) He must really need that “special backpack.” We found our cute little protuberance of impotency at his warehouse. Twitch was with us again, as well as Cookie and Paley, Dogman wasn’t dead yet either (go figure). I had a metal bunny following me around during most of action (I don’t think I could call it cute, certainly convenient though!) Things went pretty smoothly. Those first 10 seconds were a breeze. It was the next minute or so that makes those lasting memories that you never forget, no matter how much you pay the man to remove them. Twitch stayed plugged into that embarrassing backpack the whole time! (awkward!) I’m not sure where the pixie was the whole time, but there were a couple of guys who started writhing in agony and promptly fell to their deaths (Nice job ya little gremlin! _) I decided to try and take care of the guys near Twitch. They had no idea he was there! I had to hold back my laughter at how silly it all was. My little Robo-Bunny was quite helpful! Blood Man pulled off quite a trick shot at the end there as well! I was hoping to sell the backpack but it was already slagged. Oh well, that’s one more person who will have to resolve their issues of “domestic felicity” elsewhere.