*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...