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Rusties
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For M.U.G.E.N 1.0
(c) 2020 Toon Pimp

This version updated: 12 20 2020

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Rusty entered Dragurr's Tavern, his sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit room for any potential threats. All days are threat day, with twinky looks this hot to trot. As he approached the bar, he caught a glance at Friz, the skinny, gray, red-frilled lizardman, polishing a glass with his oft-colored, slender hands.

"Hey there, Rusty! What can I do for ya?" Friz poked his fingers out to greet the bright brain of a fox warmly.

"Just needed to unwind some," Rusty replied, taking seat at the table. "It's been a long day of slide-dicking and frenching myself, and I could use a drink," Rusty glanced around the bar and leaned closer. "Maybe a lot of them."

Friz nodded empathetically. "I hear you. So, what'll it be, lad?" he cooed as he tucked his hands under his maw.

"Guess me a beer..." Rusty trailed off, before coming to, "Have you heard any real details about this new tournament? We've had little confirmation or notice before most of our fights this past month and a half."

Friz chuckled. "Looking out for your fellow fighter. I like that one. I see the good in you, Rusty. But the machinations stirring the tourney this year might be more than most of us are really prepared for. For our sakes, it's probably best for both of us to keep our heads down. Whatever happens, you know the prize rate's just too high this time."

Rusty's expression doured. "I think I understand. I know I can't afford to let my guard down. Not with the death rate so high up this year, as it is."

Friz nodded in agreement. "Yeah, ToonPimp sponsors the tournament again. Whould've guessed?? Of course, he's got some serious connections in the underground fighting world and all that jazz. With the disappearance of some of the fighters, some folx are getting a bit worried."

Rusty tensed up. Disappearances, he said? Alas, reality wasn't to dream, after all. "What could be behind them? Do we know anybody here capable of something like that?"

Friz shook his head in utter disbelief. "Dozens. We know dozens here like that! But otherwise, not yet. I'm sure the authorities are already all over this one. Like stink for a fly. Or when I had a wash in the spring last Thursday."

Rusty nodded, taking a hearty swig of his beer. "Thanks for the info, Friz. And the drink."

"Anytime, Rusties," Friz said sneering of a sleazy longing, while turning his attentions to another patron.

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