User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-5837525-20150225210057

(Orbit finds a suitable-fitting Unicharm on the wall and affixes it to his horn, sealing his own magic.)

Orbit: Will that be all? Has a trial been scheduled?

Star-Lord: Ohhhh-ho-ho-ho! I'm salivating just thinking about it! Can we hire you to cook on the Milano? Gamora's cooking sucks eggs.

Decibelle: Sorry, Star-Lord. He's ours. ^_^

Gale: {A deal's a deal.}

(Gale stands perfectly still for the symbiotes collected within him to leave freely. Matter-Horn finally catches up.)

Matter-Horn: ...Firefly is gone, Gale. He... I allowed him to leave.

Gale: W-What?! You "allowed" him?!

Matter-Horn: I know what you're going to say. If you want to detain me, go right ahead. But he filled his end of the bargain. It was only fair we hold up ours.

Gale: ...Tch! First Bloodstorm, now this...! *sigh* Well... In any case, thanks for the backup, you two. My no-escape record may be shot to bits, but at least the prison's getting back under control.

(The leading agent salutes to Lady Justice.)

Agent 1: All agents present and accounted for, ma'am.