Freshet
Dart Monkey
Thrash N. Crash
Location: Cruising Anvil Island
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As Mai entered the hot-rod and began a multi-pronged set of questions, Thrash N. Crash just allowed his shades to roll down the bridge of his nose as he grinned at the girl. Oh she probably hadn’t known she known, but she certainly knew ways to Thrash. “Eeey, quick ‘n fullah moxie. I likey.” This was followed by a quick succession of revving the engines. They were quick to respond and gave off quite a bit of noise. Following that Thrash proceeded to reach over and slowly caress the chassis with his canon arm.
“And she likey too.”
Of course how the hot-rod felt was most likely different in reality. All things considered the vehicle known as Long Tall Sally felt much more reserved about the whole situation. Of course this was neither here nor there as the vehicle itself could not communicate for itself and Thrash would take liberties with it. Reaching down towards the side pocket space on his side, he quickly pulled up a light orange and curled shaped dial as he used it to spray at his locks which had been frayed earlier. This was quickly exchanged, as the shell was put back down, for his comb which helped mixed it all together. With it back down in position he fully returned his attention back to Tricky.
“Tricky...” Thrash began allowing the name to hang on as he mused on about it. He grinned. “...Like t’way into yah heart am I right? S’a real peach of a name.” He used his non-cannon to tap against his temple.
“An I ain’t a square, so I still know we’s in the lightning round! Lemme serve up som answahs.” Thrash used his cannon arm to gently pat against the chassis as he used his free hand to gesture to it. “This ‘ere, this hot mama? She is a bon-a-fide, genuine hot-rod. You can call here Long Tall Sally. I do. An’ gettin’ a vehicle so sleek, ‘n versatile ain’t easy. Ya jus’ ain’t gonna find one layin’ round ‘r in the shops. You’se usually gotta make’un, an’ this hot-rod was my design with customization fer sea travel as well as land.” Thrash declared with a pointed expression of satisfaction with his machine. After all Long Tall Sally had been with him for a good time, a bad time, and looooads of ugly times.
“As fa tall, tan an handsome. Hey that works for me!” Thrash declared with a chuckle before smiling towards Mai. “Name’s Thrash N. Crash. I don’t mindsa ya callin’ me any variation of, or anything else nice from that head of ya’s.”
He took a moment to adjust his rear-view mirror when he noticed something. “I’ll be. Those germs ain’t taken t’hint ta go on an skedaddle.”
Yes. The mob hadn’t forgotten their fury at Thrash. While he did drive them off for a time, it appeared that the mob decided to use this opportunity to regroup a bit and re-arm themselves. They were still armed with pitchforks and torches, but they had replaced their rifles for pipes and bats. And more importantly this mob was prepared with roller-skates and scooters.
“Hey, Tricky kitten...” Thrash began as he looked at his current choice of parking. It didn’t give him a lot of room for a head-start to out-speed these guys. There were far too many obstructions and turns needing to be made to truly roll out. “Y’don’t min’ a bit of rough-housin do ya’s? I hate t’do this to ya, but I gotta keep focused on drivin’, I know a safe house. Tricky kitten, I need you to keep any of these guys from gettin’ to close by any means ya see fit. I ain’t gonna let ‘em get even a single hair outta place on ya. So let’s rattle!”
With that Thrash cranked up the radio as he began driving through the obstructions as the mob began getting dangerously close to him and Mai. The mob were hot on the tail, flailing their assorted pipes, pitchforks ready to try to get any edge on the pair! Hopefully there would be a rather dashing amount of teamwork or else who knows what the mob might do! Though the hint would involve blunt and pointy objects. Nevertheless it was important to say the chase was back on and these suckers needed to be taken down.
Ruyi Jingu Bang
Location: Cruising Anvil Island
____
As Mai entered the hot-rod and began a multi-pronged set of questions, Thrash N. Crash just allowed his shades to roll down the bridge of his nose as he grinned at the girl. Oh she probably hadn’t known she known, but she certainly knew ways to Thrash. “Eeey, quick ‘n fullah moxie. I likey.” This was followed by a quick succession of revving the engines. They were quick to respond and gave off quite a bit of noise. Following that Thrash proceeded to reach over and slowly caress the chassis with his canon arm.
“And she likey too.”
Of course how the hot-rod felt was most likely different in reality. All things considered the vehicle known as Long Tall Sally felt much more reserved about the whole situation. Of course this was neither here nor there as the vehicle itself could not communicate for itself and Thrash would take liberties with it. Reaching down towards the side pocket space on his side, he quickly pulled up a light orange and curled shaped dial as he used it to spray at his locks which had been frayed earlier. This was quickly exchanged, as the shell was put back down, for his comb which helped mixed it all together. With it back down in position he fully returned his attention back to Tricky.
“Tricky...” Thrash began allowing the name to hang on as he mused on about it. He grinned. “...Like t’way into yah heart am I right? S’a real peach of a name.” He used his non-cannon to tap against his temple.
“An I ain’t a square, so I still know we’s in the lightning round! Lemme serve up som answahs.” Thrash used his cannon arm to gently pat against the chassis as he used his free hand to gesture to it. “This ‘ere, this hot mama? She is a bon-a-fide, genuine hot-rod. You can call here Long Tall Sally. I do. An’ gettin’ a vehicle so sleek, ‘n versatile ain’t easy. Ya jus’ ain’t gonna find one layin’ round ‘r in the shops. You’se usually gotta make’un, an’ this hot-rod was my design with customization fer sea travel as well as land.” Thrash declared with a pointed expression of satisfaction with his machine. After all Long Tall Sally had been with him for a good time, a bad time, and looooads of ugly times.
“As fa tall, tan an handsome. Hey that works for me!” Thrash declared with a chuckle before smiling towards Mai. “Name’s Thrash N. Crash. I don’t mindsa ya callin’ me any variation of, or anything else nice from that head of ya’s.”
He took a moment to adjust his rear-view mirror when he noticed something. “I’ll be. Those germs ain’t taken t’hint ta go on an skedaddle.”
Yes. The mob hadn’t forgotten their fury at Thrash. While he did drive them off for a time, it appeared that the mob decided to use this opportunity to regroup a bit and re-arm themselves. They were still armed with pitchforks and torches, but they had replaced their rifles for pipes and bats. And more importantly this mob was prepared with roller-skates and scooters.
“Hey, Tricky kitten...” Thrash began as he looked at his current choice of parking. It didn’t give him a lot of room for a head-start to out-speed these guys. There were far too many obstructions and turns needing to be made to truly roll out. “Y’don’t min’ a bit of rough-housin do ya’s? I hate t’do this to ya, but I gotta keep focused on drivin’, I know a safe house. Tricky kitten, I need you to keep any of these guys from gettin’ to close by any means ya see fit. I ain’t gonna let ‘em get even a single hair outta place on ya. So let’s rattle!”
With that Thrash cranked up the radio as he began driving through the obstructions as the mob began getting dangerously close to him and Mai. The mob were hot on the tail, flailing their assorted pipes, pitchforks ready to try to get any edge on the pair! Hopefully there would be a rather dashing amount of teamwork or else who knows what the mob might do! Though the hint would involve blunt and pointy objects. Nevertheless it was important to say the chase was back on and these suckers needed to be taken down.
Ruyi Jingu Bang