User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-5837525-20160217205328

(Rico weakly reaches into a back pocket, takes out a cigarette, lights it, and takes a long puff. His exhale is slow.)

Rico: ...Lucky me.

Decibelle: *gasp*

[click]

Decibelle: Tell us where to meet you! We'll provide backup! You're still recovering from a spinal injury!

Copper: ...

(Saying nothing, Copper Plume follows Phantomenia deeper into the alley, all the while wondering if he'd somehow traded one misfortune for another.)

Driver: WHOA!

(The vehicle goes into a brief spinout on its flattened tires before coming to a complete stop. The occupants scramble outside to inspect the damage.)

Whickers: What the hell?! Four flats and half the engine is gone?!

Goon 1: I bet our hostage in the trunk did this! I told you we shoulda knocked him out cold!

(One of the goons pops the hood and...)

Goon 2: W-What?!? He's gone!

Whickers: WHAT'D YOU SAY?!?