CHAPTER 1: Nice Doin Business with YaMore Like This
CHAPTER 1: “Nice Doin Business with Ya”
“DAT MEDDLESOME BEN TENNYSON!!” His fists crashed into the table, sending his goblet cascading to the lounge floor. Heavy, hard metal echoed inside the deserted lounge, oh so kindly yielded for the convenience of the Incursean mafia. The thick, Tevlarian swamp wine oozed out onto the cool ground, already starting to harden into a mud-like substance.
“I’M SICK AND TIRED OF IM POPPIN AROUND LIKE SOME KINDA PLAYFUL PUNK AND BUSTIN ALL MY DEALS! SICK OF IT! SICK OF IT!!!” The plump, glistening skin of the Incursean shook incessantly as he continued to slam his clenched hands into the table, which finally cracked under the sheer power behind his plump digits. His subordinates stood uncertainly around him, looking to one another as they searched for an answer that could ease their boss’ relentless anger before they all had it. A brave, stupid minion raised his croaking v