05-20-2019, 12:53 AM
"I said it ain’t my fault, and I mean it!" a frantic Leroy retorted to the doecat. The voice of another rang quietly in the raucous jukebox’s midst, its words scarcely palpable. Leroy caught the captain’s accusing gaze as she came into view, watching hectically as his superior implicated that he was somehow behind this. To that absurd claim, Leroy riposted, ”The only thing I’m guilty of is not being guilty!”
The wolfhound’s feelings were quite hurt by the ladies’ immediate jump to placing the blame on him. Yeah, this was something he would totally do, and it was his jambox that lived inside of his home, thus their assuming was perfectly justifiable. But still, it hurt.
Leroy’s large rump sat itself atop the moist morning mud, drab furs collecting dirt and grime. His head wearing an expression of unease, which was infested with traces of puzzlement. Thoughts and theories around solving the present dilemma began sprouting within his skull, though the bulk of them ended in a busted jukebox.
”Think my house is haunted”, he let them know through a half-shouting tone and a somber stare, ”’cause it wasn’t me who did this.”
Amber headlights switched their focus on the individuals to the stone hut. They visualized the poltergeist dancing wildly on the inside of the neon-adorned hardware, fucking up the wires and blowing fuses. They squinted angrily at the fact that there was a mischievous phantom ruining one of Leroy’s most prized possessions.
”Anyone here know how to deal with a ghost like that?”, the unusually-mild guardsman asked asudden, ”’cause I’m outta ideas. And, if we don’t think of something fast, I’m gonna have an angry mob at my doorstep.”
The wolfhound’s feelings were quite hurt by the ladies’ immediate jump to placing the blame on him. Yeah, this was something he would totally do, and it was his jambox that lived inside of his home, thus their assuming was perfectly justifiable. But still, it hurt.
Leroy’s large rump sat itself atop the moist morning mud, drab furs collecting dirt and grime. His head wearing an expression of unease, which was infested with traces of puzzlement. Thoughts and theories around solving the present dilemma began sprouting within his skull, though the bulk of them ended in a busted jukebox.
”Think my house is haunted”, he let them know through a half-shouting tone and a somber stare, ”’cause it wasn’t me who did this.”
Amber headlights switched their focus on the individuals to the stone hut. They visualized the poltergeist dancing wildly on the inside of the neon-adorned hardware, fucking up the wires and blowing fuses. They squinted angrily at the fact that there was a mischievous phantom ruining one of Leroy’s most prized possessions.
”Anyone here know how to deal with a ghost like that?”, the unusually-mild guardsman asked asudden, ”’cause I’m outta ideas. And, if we don’t think of something fast, I’m gonna have an angry mob at my doorstep.”