Snippet #1734829

What I want? I want some answers!

Meat raised his right eyebrow and looked around at the gathering. He had definitely screwed up big time. His plan had been to talk to Daft in private, and now look what he had gotten himself into. It was nearly impossible to do any spying these days without starting a god damn riot.

Now I want some answers, and I want them from Daft. "Why did you leave the Princes the way you did? I mean you didn't say anything, and now your running around with this Ramm chick." Meat sighed "The weather report have grown distinct of the Prices of the universe, they do not answer to us anymore. It is completely accurate that they once listened to me, but not anymore. I don't know why that happened, but these days I use most of my time trying to beat the living crap out of those pricks. I mean last night one of them even came to my house. I had to hit him with a smoking hot frying pan, It did the job all right, but my nice red steak was ruined!" Meat looked extremely angry, he crossed his arms and looked into the distance. "I really hate those guys"

He figured that if something was about to happen, he wanted in. So he looked Ramm in the eyes, still playing around with his knife. "So? What did you have in mind?"