*Smoj is wandering into a grocery store to get stuff for the apartment. Farrel is currently busy doing something else.*
S: excuse me, do you know where the—
Receptionist: chips? Aisle three.
S: oh. Thanks. (How did she know I was looking for chips...)
*the receptionist has an abnormally long nose and green stick up bangs.*
Receptionist: heh heh heh... *ducks behind counter* alright, Riley. He’s wandered into the trap.
*Smoj is still browsing, when suddenly gas spreads everywhere and he falls asleep...*
*Smoj wakes up in a strange prison cell.*
S: woah... where am I...
???: GRAH HA HA HA!!! You stupid small fry!!! You walked straight into my trap!
S: Kelsie Vin Callous! Beatrice’s number one nemesis!
K: duh. Who else has the sexy hairdo? Anyways, you’re about to be my catalyst.
S: wh-what do you m-mean?
K: I’m baiting that nightmare demon friend of yours here so I can snatch some of his powers and use it to finally dispatch the so called “Beach Ball Babe”.
S: *struggling to break free* no!!! Not Farrel!!! You are a twisted maniac!!!
K: why thank you, sweetie. GRAH hah hah hah!!! *she leaves to construct the next part of her plan.*
S: no... I have to get out of here... I still haven’t given Duette that present!
TO BE CONTINUED...