Whiskey!!!!! >:3ccc trick or treat?!? >>>:3333cccc
You got......
In the end, Thorn had to admit that it might have been a bad idea.
As they stare down at the writhing, tremulous mass of wet flesh and gooey suckers, they pondered briefly their life choices, as few as they had had the opportunity to make. The red ration or the green one. To take the lift or the stairs. To hide Fox's caf or not to hide Fox's caf.
That last one had been where it all had gone, rather terribly, wrong.
A roar of rage and desperation howled through the corridors of the Senate building, Senators and Aides and Guard alike all cowering in the offices, less than eager to test the patience of the one who had produced that sound. Of course, they weren't aware of who had produced that sound, so the Guard could be forgiven for not realising they had nothing to truely worry about.
Thorn watched as Fox, oozing, pustulent tentacles slapping over balconies and rummaging through storage rooms, made his furious way up to the Chancellor's Office. They considered quietly returning the last jar of caf to the Barracks Mess Hall, but suspected that the prank had already gone just a lightsecond beyond that point.
Prime, Thorn thought, as sounds of screaming and lightning crackles and Fox's maniacal, delighted laughter rang out from the lair of the Sith Lord. Perhaps they should have heeded the CMO's warnings about Fox's caf intake before now.
A mighty explosion shook the walls of the Senate building, followed by Fox's exultant, triumphant cry.
Well. Thorn mused, snacking on a ration bar while they waited, at least something good might come out of this after all.
.... Trick!