Originally Posted by
Cola
[the Furry Mob]
Smorre waits for Brun's jaws and tongue to function again, so she can give her answer to his suggestion. Turns out though that he doesn't quite like what he hears. A sigh escapes him. "Brun. Look. I t-told you over and over -and over how I fffeel about you and and mob li-life. And yyou still won't let up. No. No! Ththis this isn't a const-construction s-site whhere you can co-come in and say 'hey let me work, I wanna learn the trade'." For the first time, the cat man seems upset. "Alzim, ho-ho-hhold the phone-one. C-c-can't call the ppolice if B-B-Brun doesn't coop-opp-operate. We'll just throw this e-e-e-elf out." The human clerk nods, puts down the phone again and comes around the counter to help Smorre carry the thug out to a street corner, then call an ambulance. He's been knocked out for over a minute now, it's getting dangerous.