[Jacob]

*Setting: Nightclub somewhere in the giant cities of Oddworld. Tall sky-scrapers surround the bustling little hangout. Inside creatures of all shapes and sizes dance to the music of Marilyn Manson' 'Dope Show'. Three Shape-shifter bartenders serve drinks quickly, trying to rake in all the cash they can before the night ends. Lights flash on and off, switching colours from white to red to orange to green and more. Strobe lighting flashs from all corners of the club, lighting it up uniquely. Tables and chairs are pushed near the walls and the higher class of creatures sit there, sipping their alcoholic beverages. Security cameras watching their every move.*

Club owner: "They are spending more and more on the Glukkons drinks...Why!? Im gonna lose profit due to these bastards!!"

The club owner was talking to his Solicitor and close friend, Barker. He was a Chronicler and worked for him AND the Glukkons, depending on who paid him more...loyalty didn't really matter to Barker.

Barker: "And what did you say the drink was again...?"

He spoke perfectly...posh and intelligently...like all creatures should do in a perfect world.

Club owner: "Soulstorm...Soulstorm brew."

Barker flipped through some papers he had produced from his briefcase, finally after what seemed like hours of skimming through each individual page he came up with 3 sheets stapled together.

Barker: "Here...take a quick look."

Handing him the papers he carefully folded the others with his extra appendages.

Barker: "Check down at the bottom...you know, where it says 'Causes'. Oh, and Jake...dont tell anyone about this, ok?"

Jake looked up from reading the papers.

Jake: "Yeh-yeh sure. But...what does this mean? That they've put some sort of drug in my drinks!!"

Barker: "In their drinks...they used it to recruit workers aaaages ago. By the looks of it they are back in buisness and are using it to hustle club owners such as yourself."

Jake snarled. His breed did not take kindly to such things as being hustled. A single claw shot out of his cloven paw. He was a Ariphité. A breed of Reptilian...his dark skin allowed him to hide in the shadows and watch his prey. His eyes were black as coal and could see in any condition. Slowly he stood up, adjusting the coller to his black, white pin-stripe suit.

Jake: "I'm taking the stuff out of the cellar...stay here."

Barker: "But Jake, if you do that, your clients dont get what they want...and then they dont pay...you lose buisness rapidly."

Jake: "I lose profit just as quick...the Gluks told me that if the stuff doesn't sell then they will give me half of what they own for their inconveiniance. If it does sell...i give them half of what i own."

Barker: "Ahh...well, you have a problem there my friend."

Barker rose to his feet, packing his files and such away into his briefcase. Bidding his friend a farewell he hopped slowly towards the door.

Barker: "Oh...and one more thing. Try and ween the creatures off gradually...take it away from them too quickly they snap and become violent...and i have seen your clientel Jake...you would have a handful if those lot became too much to handle...tooda-loo."