Terrifiying Encounters of the Russian Kind
(Que Petri, Calmly standing behind his chair at R Bar.)
Petri: I'm going to the bar to get a drink, citypiglet, Oldling, you want anything?
Oldling: Um... (Staring at the shape which has taken form behind Petri.)
citypiglet: (Watching the arms of the shape extend, as if to hug Petri.)
(citypiglet and Oldling expect the arms to belong to a certain Nick, the bartender with a characteristic reindeer tooth he wears about his neck, when it instead turns out to be a Nikoli Varabajov. Petri ducks, cowers in terror.)
Petri: Holy #&^%! Mother *&^%$# Jesus &^@#$%& man!
(citypiglet and Oldling, realizing what form the shape belongs to, try to keep their eyes from falling out of their heads and clutch their pocketbooks tighter. Petri is the first to recover)
Petri: Ah! Hey man, you scared the mother &^%$#$% ^%$%^& out of me!
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I crave stability.
And that’s unfair to a lot of people.
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