Final Trial

[bringmecontracts]

[After everyone is done investigating the rooms, they will hear a faint creeek from the mansion’s entrance. Once they heads towards the noise they will discover a set of stairs leading to the basement that definitely weren’t there earlier.

Once they head downstairs, they will find themselves in a long hallway that seems to stretch out forever. It doesn’t, luckily, but eventually the hallway ends at a large empty room, with just a throne in the center.

The living guests will immediately realize they're not alone because King Dice is here already laying across the throne and smoking a cigar. He grins at the survivors and stand up.]

Well congrats, kids! I must say I’m impressed that that you managed to get down here alive, considering who was leading ya.

Now, I’m sure y’all have a lot of questions about what’s going on but I gotta settle something first:

[He looks directly at Michael.]

Mikey, I believe we have to finish our arrangement now.

Comments

[udderly]

I dunno, Diceman. How good of a boss can he really be? He made you do all the dirty work.

[bringmecontracts]

[He keeps staring at his cigar now.]

I suppose that ain't wrong.

[codeofhero]

Of course it isn't. Listen to the cow.

[georgecsmoke]

Why would he need to listen to a dumb old cow when I’ve got weed?

[codeofhero]

Because unlike a talking cloud, Otis has an amount of common sense!

[udderly]

[i can't believe we had to go and make otis the reasonable-ass one here]

Also I actually kind of care about him.

[bringmecontracts]

[...

He seems incredibly quiet as they bicker like this.]

[udderly]

C'mon, man. You've been acting like a wad, but it's just because you need to let out your moops. Weed's not gonna help you with that.

[georgecsmoke]

Yes it will! All his cares are goin’ POOF!

[udderly]

[After asking the Bushwoolie about the song, Otis pulls out the Stupid Sea Pony Clam and sings, because this shit always works in movies at the right time?]

Call upon the Sea Ponies, when you're in distress.
Helpful as can be ponies. Simply signal S-O-S.
If your rudder runs abound or seaweed holds a grip.
Count upon the Sea Ponies, they'll see you get help.

[If not, uh. We'll call this a distraction and go to plan b: unleash Depressed Rainbow.]

[georgecsmoke]

[...]

What is that ‘sposed to do, exactly.

[bringmecontracts]

What.

[Is he high again...?]

[in4apounding]

[Looks at Otis.]

[Looks at King Dice.]

[Looks at Smoke.]

[Hefts the desktop into a ready position? She'll fan him so fucking hard, just you watch.]





















[She feels so fucking useless without an enemy that can actually be punched and/or sworded. Maybe he could be lasered, but that's even less of an option than swording.]

[in4apounding]

...on a personal level or just because he's another living person?

[OTIS WHY]

[udderly]

It's in my nature as a person who is used to making sure everyone is taken care of!

[Also he's. Heterosexual? Sure. That's a word for it.]

[in4apounding]

[Dot dot dot]

You're a really good person, Otis. I still really want to kick his butt.

[codeofhero]

As do I.

[udderly]

We can gently kick his butt later, once we get him away from the weed.

[candymancan]

He played an active role in the imprisonment of our group and all the murders that followed.

[Just FYI]

[in4apounding]

[God help her she's agreeing with Mister Wonka on something, OTIS THIS IS TERRIBLE]

[udderly]

I'm not saying he's not bad. I'm saying he's basically as trapped as we are and we already know space weed makes you super suggestible so, like. We can kick his ass once we're sure he can be sorry, you sociopathic candy man.

[standsforrevenge]

[in4apounding]

OTIS IS A VERY SMART COW YOU WAD!

[georgecsmoke]

Still hamburger.

[in4apounding]

NO ONE IS TURNING OTIS INTO HAMBURGER.