Meanwhile, Amaral was relaxing in his office atop the Tastee Treets Bakery (ooc: a made up place, don;t look for it
) when his slig valet burst into the room.
Ed: Boss! I just got a fone call! Your spy sent word that there have been shootings at RuptureFarms!
Amaral: Eh? Shootings? Oh, Odd. If Arnie can't run the place properly, I suppose I'll have to step in.
Ed: What do you mean?
Amaral: Get me the fone. I have some calls to make.
Amaral called in some favors, and sent word to Arnie that he would pay big moolah for two associates of his to help manage RupptureFamrs. He then called the two old business partners, Vladimir and Skaff. The two agreed to help out--a new RuptureFarms would a a nice side project.
Amaral: Alright. Now we just need to wait for Arnie's answer.
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Arnie: "#7 SLIG! SMUDGE! COME BACK! EVERYONE IS HERE!"
As Arnie shouted, a Mudokon stumbled from the wreckage, almost silently. He coughed, and fell to his knees near the group of workers at RuptureFarms.
(ooc: that works, right? i hate being new
)