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“Ohh those lousy good-for-nothings!”
Kliff grumbled many other tame profanities under his breath as he stomped away from the main roads of Vinyl City.
He sat on the step of an abandoned bakery, and stopped to think for a moment.
Not to ponder the faults in his actions, of course, but to further the bitterness he felt for Mayday and Zuke.
“How could they just abandon me like that! We were so close to getting what we wanted!”
Leaning forward, Kliff propped his head up on his hands.
“A bunch of chickens is what they are. Slimy, and overcooked, and-“
Just before he could finish throwing insults into the air, a car drove by and hit a puddle. The contents of it splashing and soaking Kliff.
“God damnit!” As he rubbed the stagnant water from his eyes, he got a chance to hear something in the distance.
The beat of an EDM song playing in the distance. Kliff scoffed in disgust, and looked to see where the offending music was coming from.
“That damn DJ, of course he’s blasting that filth in the dead of night!” Kliff stood up, and cupped his hands over his mouth as if the DJ could hear him like that. “Some of us want to listen to GOOD music while we sleep!!!”
Panting from screaming, Kliff slid himself down the wall. He sat in thought for a moment.
Very soon, a dastardly idea popped into his head, and he smiled as wide as he could.
“If that Bunk Bed Junction won’t take down NSR, then I guess I have to.”