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One particularly blue day, Ema Skye was meeting her closest friends Snukin And Mitski. They had to decided to meet at People Park but were devastated to find that a starbucks had opened up right in the middle of it.
‘“ can’t believe this!” said Ema, “The entire park smells of pumpkin spiced latte!”
Ema had hated pumpkin spiced lattes ever since one had killed her parents fifty years ago.
Snufkin nodded sagely. He was playing the harmonica so he couldn’t speak right now.
“On sunny days I go out walking, I end up on a tree lined street,” sang Mitski.
“I know exactly what your saying. We should go burn that place down!”
That was not at all what Mitski had been saying. However, she didn’t have much time to object because Snufkin and Ema were already in the local gas station looking for gasoline. One epic shopping montage later, they had everything they needed.
“All right, time to blow this baby up with the power of science!”
Snufkin lit the match and the entire building promptly burst into flames. It took half an hour for the fire department to arrive in which time there were several casualties, including Klavier Gavin who was buying a pumpkin spiced latte. Ema saw this as a personal victory.
Unfortunately, since there were several eyewitnesses to the crime, the friends were quickly arrested and put on trial.
In the holding cell, the three discussed what to do about their current situation.
“Man, I can’t believe Mr. Wright won’t defend me just because I burned down that starbucks. Do you guys have any ideas?”
Snufkin just played his harmonica. Mitski looked over woefull and sighed, “Nobody, nobody, nodbody, nobody.”
“Great idea Mitski. We should ask Saul Goodman to defend us!”
Mitski wondered why she was even friends with these people in the first place.
One phone call later, Saul Goodman was on the case.
Once again unfortunately, Saul Goodman was arrested for all the meth (idk if he was actually involved in that I haven’t watched it) and the case went to court without a defense lawyer. They subsequently lost miserably to Franziska von Karma who happene to be on the prosecution.
“You will now go to prison for fifty years,” said the judge as he brought down his gavel, “Guilty as fuck!”
“Fuck,” said Snufkin. He had lost his harmonica.

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Mitski sat in the corner of the dimly lit cell, humming to herself while Ema paced back and forth muttering about a plan to escape. Snufkin was frantically searching for his harmonica, which he lost after the trial a week prior. He needed it back, badly. See, this harmonica wasn't just an instrument, it was their way out of there.

Then, he spotted it. Lying inconspicuously just in front of the cell across from them, easily missed while the guards patrolled the prison. It lay just out of view within the shadows, one would have to be actively searching to even see it, which, luckily, Snufkin was. He figured he could ask the guards for help, which was quickly shut down when he realised they would just confiscate it.

He feared that the only other way of even trying to get it back was with the help of the two women in the cell across from the him. He knew it would be hard to get their attention considering the fact they were distracted by a very passionate makeout session. Their tongues were fighting for dominance, and clearly so was Snufkin, as his yells towards them had no effect. Despite being mere metres away from each other, in an otherwise fairly silent prison, the slap battle between their tongues was too powerful. Ema saw the failing interaction between Snufkin and the lovers and decided to help. “Hey, Snufkin, don't worry I got this.” she said, and he had no better choice than to trust her. She called out to them, but in a strange language he’d never heard before.

He doubted this would work, seeing as they clearly couldn’t hear him before, however, his doubts were crushed when the one with blue hair turned around to look at Ema and began speaking that same, odd language. Ema seemed to be asking her for the harmonica, because she reached her hand through her prison cell and slid it towards them. It went straight through the bars and landed right at Snufkin’s feet. He looked up in surprise and Ema explained to him that their names were Shiver and Frye, and the language they were speaking was spoken by inkfish. Snufkin had no idea what that meant or what an inkfish even was, but he was grateful nonetheless. Shiver and Frye promptly went back to passionately making out and Snufkin saw no reason to watch. He had plans.