User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150830031656

(As the thugs begin to disperse, Orbit looks up toward the Death's-Head.)

Orbit: Where's Death-Stalker? He couldn't have retreated.

(Decibelle rolls over on the ground until she's lying on her back.)

Decibelle: I-I'm okay. My left wing's just numb.

(Grasping his umbrella again, Cobbletrot frantically points the tip at Death-Stalker and sprays out a cloud of green smoke. Then, through the smoky cover, he takes to the air on his umbrella's helicopter rotors. Mareoni was right about one thing: when it came down to it, Cobbletrot was a coward.)

Cobbletrot: ...

(Meanwhile, Mareoni is left inside his car, choking on the gas.)

Mareoni: *cough, cough* Penguin, you-- *cough* --filthy dirtbag!

(Stiletto runs into the room and leaps onto the bedspread.)

Stiletto: Ohhhhh... Bed. How I've missed you.

Victor: Look at this display. You really do think this is a vacation.

Stiletto: After sharing a cramped space with you clods for over a week, I'm entitled to some finer relaxing. So bite my flank.