The Creature Calamity Club

[Sgt Floyd]

Lady: You will sit down, buy me lunch, and we will have a happy night. Got it? *presses knife against his throat*

 

[Vincent L]

[kicks her groin]

 

[Sgt Floyd]

(how if you are sitting at a table? And...really?)

Lady: *winces a bit at the sudden force but seems unfazed* Wow...that only works on men, which I am not. Hehe...maybe you should call your rich friend to help you.......any chance he would break up with his girlfriend? I could use a rich husband...

 

[Vincent L]

Chance of him breaking up…I will say 10%
Chance of him dating you when the 10% happens, I'd say about 0.0001 divided by Avogadro's constant.
Chances of me skeedaddling? 100%

 

[Sgt Floyd]

Lady: Funny -_- *stabs his hand*

*the manager comes over* I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave otherwise I need to call the police

 

[Vincent L]

You…cut my main…blood vessel…
[falls down]

 

[Sgt Floyd]

Lady: O_0 Eh...oh well... *leaves the restaurant*

 

[Vincent L]

[turns into an orb]

(me in orb) Oh shoot, not again…

 

[Sgt Floyd]

*manager comes back over and looks at the orb*

*Chases the lady outside* Uh...i think you forgot this...

Lady: What would I want with that piece of junk? *tosses it on the ground*

 

[Vincent L]

[mist floats out]
(me in mist, think) Oh good, I'm getting a form now…wait, is that the pretzel lady?! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
[pretzel lady goes unconscious]
[process continues and finishes, which I will not go into detail]
[gets up and look at myself]
*think Oh shoot… wait till Sarge sees this…*