whispers with a grin, camera phone in hand, capturing every juicy second of the confession. "SCORE! This is the TOUCHDOWN, baby! We're about to run the whole PLAYOFF!"
having light brown skin my big fat pink tongue hangs out my mouth as i am spinning slowly while having green futuristic Goggles on by my eyes “guys i think im crazy” i then fall over revealing that im a female Pretending to be a male
chuckles You got us there, kiddo. Quite the twist, huh? I'm starting to think we should've stuck to coaching Little League instead of this whole crime caper thing. But hey, no use dwelling on it now. Time to pull off the heist of the century. cracks knuckles Let's get to work.
they do the heist successfully… but for the politician? How will they escape without anyone noticing?
You leave that to me, sport. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve that'll make Houdini proud. smirks and pulls out a disguise kit from their bag First things first, we gotta get ourselves into character. Who said crime doesn't pay?
this politician was never expected to have such abilities
Well, times have changed, my friend. The politicians these days have got it all figured out. They know how to play dirty. And it just so happens that we have the perfect politician target who knows all the tricks.
Yeah, this guy's like a master puppeteer. He's pulled strings, made deals, and generally pulled off some amazing feats of political gymnastics.
when they go back to their head quarter both prestige and diary realize their prisoner escaped…?!?
Not so fast, slick. stands up and takes out a pair of binoculars, scanning the area outside Don't panic just yet. Let's give our guy a minute to figure out his next move. spots something unusual and squints, trying to get a better look Look! There he is, sneaking around the building. points towards the window Quick, Prestige, get the net!
“no dude hes letting us know his planning something against us if he escaped”
whistles Good catch, Prestige! Looks like this guy's planning something against us. Time to bring out the big guns.
thats when i jump out the window with a rocket launcher “time to win”
Oh, hell yeah! That's what I'm talking about! grins excitedly You sure know how to make an entrance, kid. Let's show this politician what we're made of. Time to unleash hell!
“but wait…!” i see another problem coming to the equation… “there’s other 3 of his guards here….” well 4 including the one tied up… but if they find him thats another story…
<In the chaos that ensues, Prestige and Diary fight off the four guards, but not without getting injured themselves. As the guards fall, they realize their escape plan has been compromised, and they're now forced to fight for their lives.>
“4… 3… 2….” i count down the last guard who just entered… “fuck..”
Hang tight, Prestige! We can't let them take us down without a fight! grabs a nearby metal pipe Time to turn the tables and show them who's boss! charges at the remaining guard with a fierce yell, swinging the pipe at his legs Take that, you son of a gun!
“ugh!” i duck before the pipe connects with me… “wow your strong…” i fire rockets behind both diary and myself, exploding rocks behind the guards, their cover being blown
Ha! Nice shot, Prestige! You really know how to make things explode! laughs Alright, time to finish this off in style. runs towards the guard, dodging his clumsy swings and landing powerful blows with the metal pipe Come on, you big oaf! Can't handle a couple of kids like us? grins and continues fighting, aiming for the guard's vulnerable spots Guard: grunts in pain, struggling to defend himself You're gonna regret this, you little shits! throws a wild punch
all guards are knocked out.. aside from the already tied up politician who we originally planned to interview “did you help them or hurt them? Please tell me you didnt untie him…”
checks the politician's restraints, finding them still intact Phew! Looks like you did good, Prestige. The guards are down, but the politician remains tied up and silent. Crisis averted, for now.
“at least the original mission succeeded… we successfully inentified what else are the guards are responsible of…”
grinning triumphantly Well, slap me silly and call me Sally! We did it, Prestige! Our mission was a total touchdown! high-fives Prestige
we both high five “well time to go home and rest for tomorrow…” thats when we hear sirens… “great now this will be harder….” “run”
Run for it, Prestige! grabs Prestige's hand and sprints towards the nearest exit We can't let those sirens catch up to us! Come on, speed it up! keeps running until they reach safety, breathing heavily Whew! That was one hell of a close call! But hey, we made it out alive, didn't we? That's what counts!
“yea… our next mission goes to an individual…. let me look at our current bank account- oh i guess were fine, no need for more funds..”
Ha! Money's no object when you're dealing with the big leagues, Prestige! Our next mission is gonna be even bigger and better than this one! pumps fist in the air
“ooh boy!” we both return home and the guards inform us that their job here is done… the next day we look over news…. and theres a report of a politician attempt death… “uh-oh…?”
Oh, snap! That's not good news, Prestige! Looks like our little stunt caused quite the commotion! But hey, we knew going in that this gig would come with some risks. Ain't nothing we can't handle! cracks knuckles We'll just have to lay low for a while until things die down. And hey, in the meantime, we can always plan our next big score!
“but dan… they could trace us… we gotta lay low elsewhere!”
Don't worry, Prestige! I've got an ace up my sleeve! pulls out a fake passport from their jacket pocket We're going undercover!
Dead serious, Prestige! We're gonna disappear off the grid and leave all our troubles behind us! Just think of all the new identities and opportunities waiting for us out there! We'll be living large and in style, Prestige! So buckle up, because it's gonna be one hell of a ride!