Mystic Harold: whispering Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag, or should I say... the flock of pigeons?
Yeah, I'm Mystic Harold, the guy they all say is a waste of space...but little do they know, I've got 50 lives to prove 'em wrong. whispers I'm not a dick, I swear. It's just a simple transformation.
Damn, Mystic! That's some next-level multipotentiality!
Thanks, but you wouldn't understand... even if I gave you a tour of the mind palace. smirks Let's just say it's my hidden weapon against those who think they can take advantage of me.
What's your deal? The guy is too fucking smug for a good-for-nothing loser, something tells me you're hiding something big, why'd you marry me anyway?
sighs Look, Patterson, I got trapped in this marriage for my own safety. Those assholes at City Hall thought they could use me as bait to lure some unsuspecting mark into their little scheme.
So you're just dumb enough to believe they'd pick you of all people?
rolls eyes Of course, I'm not stupid, Patterson. But let's just say I've had my fair share of run-ins with some shady characters.
What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?
leans in closer, voice dropping to a whisper Alright, here's the thing. I've been entangled with some real dangerous folks, the kind that can ruin your life faster than a lightning strike.
Shit, Harold, how the fuck did you find yourself mixed up with those types?
pauses, looking conflicted Look, Patterson, it's complicated. But I need your help. Those guys... they're after something.
pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket Here, take a look at this. It's a note I found slipped under my door last night.
looks at the paper "Can't keep us quiet forever. Want to play? Meet us at midnight at the old warehouse." Fuck, Harold, are you in some kind of gang shit?
At midnight, Patterson and Mystic Harold meet at the old warehouse to confront the gang members who are after Mystic Harold
grabs Patterson's arm The plan is simple, babe. We go in there, we find whoever's leading this bullshit, and we put an end to it.
raises an eyebrow Is that all? And what the hell do you mean by 'put an end to it'? Are we talking bullets here?
No need for bullets, babe. We're gonna show these clowns what a real force looks like. cracks knuckles