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"And that's why you shouldn't try to better your life – because you might fail. So, it's easier to FROWN!" Grim shouted down at the crowd in front of their new work building,
"Hey man, it's not all bad...you're only looking at the negatives" yelled Charlie, a big yellow critter who worked across the street from the Frowning Friends,
"Help. Help! That rotten yellow man is trying to bully a mentally ill man like myself. Guards SEIZE HIM!" Grim yelled, contorting his face into a nasty grin. Two critters walked out of the front of Frowning Friends wearing security uniforms,
"Alan? Glep? What are you guys doing? You work for Smiling Friends" Charlie frowned, looking at his once work pals,
"They pay more," Alan said, plainly in this monotone voice. Charlie looks up at them in disbelief but walks right past them getting closer to Grim and Gnarly,
"Seriously man, life it's as bad as you're making it out to be. Sure, there are some bad parts to it, but there's always a new day or someone to help you through it." Charlie continued to walk forward,
"God - you guards are useless...how about my assassin?" Grim chuckled, loud enough for only Charlie and the guards to hear.
Almost immediately Alan and Glep take a step back lining up next to each other. A shadow appears out of the door almost flying through the air, running up to where Alan and Glep lined up, jumping into their hands throwing the shadow higher into the air right into Charlie's direction. Charlie feels its presence before he actually feels it, jumping on to his shoulders, almost like it's ready to chicken wrestle, but instead it squishes Charlie's head in between its thighs, throwing Charlie off balance and straight to the ground. Charlie closes his eyes tight ready for his face to smash into the concrete of the sidewalk, but it never comes. He opens his eyes to see whoever had jumped on him landed knees first bringing Charlie's face inches from the ground.
"Alan. Glep. Handcuffs' now." Commanded an Australian voice from above him. Charlie felt the cold metal against his wrists as his old friends betrayed him. The person above Charlie grabbed the back of his head, turning his head to make him look to the side, "Don't. EVER. Think about talking back to the Frowning Friends again," the voice said, before letting go of his head and letting it slam into the ground under him.