Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20171112002058/@comment-27344811-20171115021933

Krika's eyes settle on where the stench is most focused. There he is.

Krika taps his way over to Zakaku. And slides in to the nearest seat. Which is hard, considering his body structure.

"So, is this where you pick up your "volunteers"? Suprising, seeing this bar is cleaner than you."

"HEY, MANTIS-ASS! THIS PLACE IS VERY CLEAN!"

''"I'm trying to make a point!" ''The Makuta hisses as he turns back around- again, difficult. "I want you to know, I will kill you. I will track you down and kill you, and I will use your remains as my new chair. And I will take terrible care of that chair and get it as dirty as possible. And I will let Muaka scratch and rip the chair. And I have just realized this has gone horribly wrong, forgive me that was terrible."

"AND WHEN'S MISS PHAROH LADY GONNA GET IN HERE?"