"A'ight, where were we? So y'all buyin'…
Or are yer jus' gonna keep on cryin'?"
Lazarus was comfortably lying back in his lotus on his hammock like a boss.
The Dark Rizzards narrowed their eyes, gritting their teeth, the usual, but they couldn't do anything rash until they figured out a way around Lazarus' panache, and masterful moves... which consisted of him doing pretty much… absolutely nothing.
Immediately, they shuffled around their options, even as they shuffled around the confines of the Convenience store floor.
Their 'usual method' was first on the list. This involved essentially just killing him, or trying to at least, except that then they couldn't guarantee if they wouldn't lose the Blueprint in the process.
As a result, it was better to try option two: "Fish for information…"
They needed to figure out whether or not Lazarus was bluffing - only then could they beat his stuffing...
"This might take a while... why don't y'all just make a few purchases, pitch your tent, rub together some sticks, light yer fire, and make yourselves at home?"
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Meanwhile, Hugo and Itvashim had arrived at Jemima's crib - which happened to be some kind of decked-out hall, replete with a kind of stage?! What exactly was going on?