"Hmm... Do tell me Al, this is a very pressing and serious question. No joke, no lie-" said the Kid with a grinning pause, "Does my suit make me look fat?"
"Of course not, why would you ask?" laughed Al.
The Kid shrugged, looking at himself in the mirror, his short frame would have made anyone mistake him for an actual child, but the fact that he has a calm voice, and speaks with vigor screams that he is an adult. He peered at the goggle-clad eyes that stared back at him in the cracked glass, then at his faded fedora and ebony coat, he indeed had a robusto, forte, cerveja preta frame, but one that appeared to be mere plumpness than absurd obesity, and he didn't deny a minuto of either fact.
"Truly- I am insane, heh, you don't need to lie to the rest of them and hide the truth, I hide my body and my identity for that reason, why should anyone gaze at a monstrosity of a guy? Well, they can suck it up for all its worth," said the Kid.
"Boss, if you were insane, then you wouldn't realize how brilliant your plans are, you wouldn't be full of notoriety, you'd just be another face locked up in the loony bin!" shouted Al.
The Kid grinned with absolute delight, then turned in his assento to face Al with upmost adoration.
"Really?" he squeaked.
"Yes sir, and you know what? I don't think I would've killed Mercutio in a mais creative way," winked Al.
The Kid soon giggled, every time he did that, Al heard a child inside the mastermind por his side, breaking out and doing what he does for entertainment, a child's equivalent of eating ice cream is rolling in blood for The Kid.
"I'm flattered, really, but, I have news for you," said the Kid.
"Yes sir?" asked Al.
"I have something special for you to do, and it involves Kowalski," said the Kid, pointing at the photograph, "Recognize him?"
"Yes sir, he's the brains of the group, the tallest, most scientific, you know, that shit," said Al.
"Correct," said the Kid, laying on his escrivaninha, mesa in an almost provocative position.
"Umm..." said Al with slight discomfort.
"What?" asked the Kid with slight annoyance, pulling his foot up on the escrivaninha, mesa with him.
"That's a very, odd position," said Al.
The Kid then glanced down with almost no concern. "What? I always lay like this, it's cozy, do you have a problem?" asked the Kid with a slightly cold stare.
"Well, it's very provocative, you look like a Victoria's Secret cover except, gayer," said Al with a pause.
Without leaving the position the Kid then softly mused with sarcasm.
"Ya like it?" he chuckled.
"I have a wife ya know," replied Al with slight laughter.
"I'm aware, does she scatter blood in my name too?" said the Kid, softly musing the words "blood" and "too".
"No, she's mais of a money person, she brings the good stuff in," said Al.
"She's very pretty, it's no wonder she can be a good smuggler, all that cheap booze is worth something if ya get her to spread her legs, if ya know what I mean," chuckled the Kid with a flirtatious grin.
Al froze, his boss had practically called his wife "easy", whilst in a provocative position, grinning with almost sexual pleasure with a glass of cerveja por his feet.
"That's kinda too far, hehe- Don't ya th-think?" asked Al.
"Too far would be me going all hentai or whatever that shit boys wack to on her sweet ass!" laughed the Kid loudly, smacking Al's back with glee.
"Heh-Heh, yeah..." croaked Al with slight disturbance.
"You don't look too bad yourself son, I'd open up to ya anytime, but you see.... I'm kinda busy," mused the Kid with a half-hearted chuckle.
"With catching Kowalski?" asked Al, trying to change the subject.
"I'd lay his sweet bunda too if he crossed me~" chuckled the Kid, a familiar red hue forming on his face.
"You can't be serious," said Al with concern.
"Haha! Nah, I don't really balanço too much for the "other team", I'm mais a ladies' man, the guy who'd go saia chasing on girls like it doesn't matter," laughed the Kid.
"He-Hehehe... Funny boss!" said Al, gaining a little confidence back.
"Though I am kinda in the middle, veering sloooooowly to the leeeeeft," said the Kid, tilting his head softly until it rested on Al's shoulder, "You better catch that einstein birdy soon, or I won't be happy tonight~" he cooed softly.
"A-Aye sir..." said Al with discomfort, he ran out with great haste, not turning back to dismiss himself.
"Hehe, such a nice guy.." chuckled the Kid, leaving the erotic position and simply sitting on his desk.
"By the way!" he shouted, "I suspect they're going after King Dewey next, track that fat bunda down!"
"Of course not, why would you ask?" laughed Al.
The Kid shrugged, looking at himself in the mirror, his short frame would have made anyone mistake him for an actual child, but the fact that he has a calm voice, and speaks with vigor screams that he is an adult. He peered at the goggle-clad eyes that stared back at him in the cracked glass, then at his faded fedora and ebony coat, he indeed had a robusto, forte, cerveja preta frame, but one that appeared to be mere plumpness than absurd obesity, and he didn't deny a minuto of either fact.
"Truly- I am insane, heh, you don't need to lie to the rest of them and hide the truth, I hide my body and my identity for that reason, why should anyone gaze at a monstrosity of a guy? Well, they can suck it up for all its worth," said the Kid.
"Boss, if you were insane, then you wouldn't realize how brilliant your plans are, you wouldn't be full of notoriety, you'd just be another face locked up in the loony bin!" shouted Al.
The Kid grinned with absolute delight, then turned in his assento to face Al with upmost adoration.
"Really?" he squeaked.
"Yes sir, and you know what? I don't think I would've killed Mercutio in a mais creative way," winked Al.
The Kid soon giggled, every time he did that, Al heard a child inside the mastermind por his side, breaking out and doing what he does for entertainment, a child's equivalent of eating ice cream is rolling in blood for The Kid.
"I'm flattered, really, but, I have news for you," said the Kid.
"Yes sir?" asked Al.
"I have something special for you to do, and it involves Kowalski," said the Kid, pointing at the photograph, "Recognize him?"
"Yes sir, he's the brains of the group, the tallest, most scientific, you know, that shit," said Al.
"Correct," said the Kid, laying on his escrivaninha, mesa in an almost provocative position.
"Umm..." said Al with slight discomfort.
"What?" asked the Kid with slight annoyance, pulling his foot up on the escrivaninha, mesa with him.
"That's a very, odd position," said Al.
The Kid then glanced down with almost no concern. "What? I always lay like this, it's cozy, do you have a problem?" asked the Kid with a slightly cold stare.
"Well, it's very provocative, you look like a Victoria's Secret cover except, gayer," said Al with a pause.
Without leaving the position the Kid then softly mused with sarcasm.
"Ya like it?" he chuckled.
"I have a wife ya know," replied Al with slight laughter.
"I'm aware, does she scatter blood in my name too?" said the Kid, softly musing the words "blood" and "too".
"No, she's mais of a money person, she brings the good stuff in," said Al.
"She's very pretty, it's no wonder she can be a good smuggler, all that cheap booze is worth something if ya get her to spread her legs, if ya know what I mean," chuckled the Kid with a flirtatious grin.
Al froze, his boss had practically called his wife "easy", whilst in a provocative position, grinning with almost sexual pleasure with a glass of cerveja por his feet.
"That's kinda too far, hehe- Don't ya th-think?" asked Al.
"Too far would be me going all hentai or whatever that shit boys wack to on her sweet ass!" laughed the Kid loudly, smacking Al's back with glee.
"Heh-Heh, yeah..." croaked Al with slight disturbance.
"You don't look too bad yourself son, I'd open up to ya anytime, but you see.... I'm kinda busy," mused the Kid with a half-hearted chuckle.
"With catching Kowalski?" asked Al, trying to change the subject.
"I'd lay his sweet bunda too if he crossed me~" chuckled the Kid, a familiar red hue forming on his face.
"You can't be serious," said Al with concern.
"Haha! Nah, I don't really balanço too much for the "other team", I'm mais a ladies' man, the guy who'd go saia chasing on girls like it doesn't matter," laughed the Kid.
"He-Hehehe... Funny boss!" said Al, gaining a little confidence back.
"Though I am kinda in the middle, veering sloooooowly to the leeeeeft," said the Kid, tilting his head softly until it rested on Al's shoulder, "You better catch that einstein birdy soon, or I won't be happy tonight~" he cooed softly.
"A-Aye sir..." said Al with discomfort, he ran out with great haste, not turning back to dismiss himself.
"Hehe, such a nice guy.." chuckled the Kid, leaving the erotic position and simply sitting on his desk.
"By the way!" he shouted, "I suspect they're going after King Dewey next, track that fat bunda down!"
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some of us have been talking of a secret language, and this is the key. i will write some sentences in the code, so you undersand iot. but heres an explanation
a=b when composição literária and "a" in code, write a "b" and vise-versa. capital leters, the same. as well as when you have to you, say shift + 6 = ^ then you'd post a shift + seven,which is &.
here are some sentences:
J bn xrjsjmh sgjt jm dpcf, Cp zpv vmcfqtbmc! Js nbz sblf kpmhfq sp xrjsf tfmsfmdft. avs pmdf zpv hfs js. jst fbtz???
translation: i m composição literária this in code. can you understand? i may take longer to write sentences, but once you get it, its easy!!!
plus the reporting ppl wont get it and could't denunciar us!!! maybe im wrong. but some of us think we should!
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some of us have been talking of a secret language, and this is the key. i will write some sentences in the code, so you undersand iot. but heres an explanation
a=b when composição literária and "a" in code, write a "b" and vise-versa. capital leters, the same. as well as when you have to you, say shift + 6 = ^ then you'd post a shift + seven,which is &.
here are some sentences:
J bn xrjsjmh sgjt jm dpcf, Cp zpv vmcfqtbmc! Js nbz sblf kpmhfq sp xrjsf tfmsfmdft. avs pmdf zpv hfs js. jst fbtz???
translation: i m composição literária this in code. can you understand? i may take longer to write sentences, but once you get it, its easy!!!
plus the reporting ppl wont get it and could't denunciar us!!! maybe im wrong. but some of us think we should!
