[The Red Muse]

"Yeah, just take him in the train, I'll handle the rest", Red said and gave the intern a few coins of moolah.

"Like, totally, thanks dude," the intern huffed, "But seriously, uh..dude, you're this bigbro's keeper? I mean, like, the thing's three times as big as you are. How the hell do you keep him under control?"

"I have special abilites you can only dream about", Red said with a grin as he watched Jammer being carted to the train.

"Whatever dude", and the intern left.

Red sighed in relief. After hours and hours of talking, he finally managed to get two train tickets to RuptureFarms... or atleast that's what he hoped for.

Jammer, as usually, had a little outburst. He casually smashed in the ticketbooth, killed..--err, mortally wounded an intern, scared a high-ranking executive and ate the last bar of chocolate.
As a result, he got himself a nice new straightjacket.

And a tranquilizing shot in the arse.

Muse boarded the train and headed for his cabin. Jammer was already waiting for him, nicely wrapped up in his very own straightjacket, overflowing with visible rage.
"Aw, c'mon Jammer! Don't give me that look! I talked us out of this mess, that YOU had caused! You should be thanking me!", the small slig snickered, "Besides, you look just FAB in white. It brings out your girlish figures."

Jammer replied with a mumble, followed by an angry grunt and a growl.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll take that muzzle of as soon as this train leaves. Don't be so hasty, sheesh."

Red sat down and yawned, "...but then again, you're not as loud now, as you normally would. Think I'll take a nice long nap and THEN take the muzzle off. Whaddaya think? Sounds good, ye?"

Jammer twitched.

"Aww, calm down. I'm just teasing you."


After a few minutes of waiting, the train finally departed the station, (hopefully) headed for RuptureFarms.

"Alright!" Let's get that muzzle off!", and with that Red stood up and walked to Jammer. He fiddled around with the multiple straps on the muzzle.

As soon as the metallic cage of silence hit the ground, a hell of verbal vulgarities was unleashed. Jammer was more than furious.

If words could kill, Muse would've been killed, mauled, burned, shot, stabbed, strangled, then killed again, mugged and tossed into a fiery meatgrinder.
Yes, into a FIERY meatgrinder. Normal meatgrinders aren't as scary as fiery ones are.

Muse decided that the straightjacket looked too good to go.

This train ride was going to be a long one.
Very, very long.

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(( tired, need sleep. Ignore the typos :>

Muse out ))