Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 23, 2018 16:23:34 GMT
“7800. Intel have discovered that the Yamauchi have a undercover in your mists.” Ted says in his thick irish accent. “He has been following you guys. Find him. Sway him to forgo his mission and not to give any more intel to the Yamauchi.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“In fact, the intel we have is a bit muddy. But he might have some info we could use about the Energon Device. Find out what he knows.”
“Dilly.”
“Furthermore. The PTB have given you permission to Mumm-Ra this informant.”
Scene slowly fades in to reveal 7800 by himself with the MCC in the background somewhere in Hollywood. 2600 and Flashback 2 are hanging out enjoying lunch, and apparently this involves holding hands and playing footies. Upon hearing that he can Mumm-Ra this Yamauchi scum, this makes 7800 raise an eyebrow, if we could see it under his battle mask. Such an order has not be used in over 25 years. 7800 has only heard stories of using Mumm-Ra.
“We will trust your judgment 7800.”
“Dilly dilly.” 7800 says as he snaps his flip phone shut, it’s a burner, and tosses it in a burning barrel to destroy it. 7800 crack his knuckles.
“Dilly dilly.”
Too Sweet is still in the same alleyway, behind the same dumpster, this time covered up by different trash bags. He is snoring away like a two stroke dirt bike with a burned out exhaust manifold and like everyone else we have seen who visits him, 7800 kicks the trash bag and kneels down next to him. Too Sweet groans after getting kicked. It looks like he trying to roll over or something. 7800 reaches out and pulls the trash bag off of him and tosses it aside. Too Sweet opens his eyes and gasps for air as he spots 7800 glaring down at him.
“You! It’s! You! Him! Da! 409!”
“Dilly dilly!”
“No! Please! Don’t kill me!”
“Dilly!”
Too Sweet sits up and clasps his hands together about to beg for his life.
“Please! I am just a, just a simple man! I meant nothing by it!”
“Dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly! Dilly!”
“I’m so sorry! I needed the money! I’ve been kicked out of the shelter! I was hungry!”
“Dilly dilly!”
“I know! I know!”
“Dilly dilly! Dilly! Dilly dilly!”
“Forgive me! I beg you! Please!”
7800 stands up. He looks away and looks down the alleyway, most likely to see if anyone is around. Too Sweet is now at his feet, begging for mercy.
“I’m sorry! Sorry! I’m a weak man! I have needs! They had what I needed! I’m so sorry! Forgive me! PLEASE!”
7800 looks down at Too Sweet and slowly slides his hand in his pocket of his oversized trench coat he is wearing to “blend in”. It’s gotta be, what? 70 degrees today. Whatever 7800 has in his pocket, he has a firm grip on it and is ready to use it.
“No! No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no! I beg you! Please!”
7800 kneels back down.
“Dilly dilly.” he says to calm Too Sweet. Too Sweet looks up at him.
“What?” Too Sweet says with his snot running down his face.
“Dilly dilly.” 7800 says a bit firmly. Too Sweet glances at his hand in his pocket and looks up at 7800.
“Okay. I’ll tell you everything.”
“Dilly.”
“The one, the one who is named after a old Chevy car…”
“Dilly dilly?”
“Yes! That one! He took that thing, that silver plate on a belt.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“YES! That! Please don’t hurt me!”
“DILLY DILLY DILLY!”
“Okay! Okay! He held that, that, thing to his forehead and, and.”
7800 gives Too Sweet a kick.
“It like, spoke to him! I don’t know what it said! It was, it was really fucking weird man! But that is what he did!”
7800 slowly removes his hand from his coat pocket, empty handed.
“Dilly?”
“That’s, that’s all I know! Yes! It spoke to him!”
“Dilly.”
Too Sweet leans back in his pile of trash bags looking up at 7800. He slowly starts to reach out for some of the trash bags.
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“What? What are you talking about man?”
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“Energon what?”
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“What mission? I’m so confused!”
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“Starpower? The battle of Starpower?”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“Okay! Whatever you say man.”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“Jesus….”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.” 7800 says and looks down the alleyway one more time. He pulls open his trench coat to reveal a fanny pack. He unzip it, opens it, pulls out a wad of cash. He holds it up for Too Sweet to see.
“Dilly dilly?”
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever man.”
“Dilly dilly?”
“Yes. I didn’t see you and I won’t spy on you anymore. I promise.”
7800 stares at Too Sweet for a second or two and tosses the wad of cash at him. It lands on his stomach and Too Sweet snaps that up as to not to lose it.
“Thank you.” Too Sweet says as he looks up at 7800.
“Dilly dilly.” 7800 says before picking up the trash bag and throwing that back on top of him.
Fade out.
“Dilly dilly.”
“In fact, the intel we have is a bit muddy. But he might have some info we could use about the Energon Device. Find out what he knows.”
“Dilly.”
“Furthermore. The PTB have given you permission to Mumm-Ra this informant.”
Scene slowly fades in to reveal 7800 by himself with the MCC in the background somewhere in Hollywood. 2600 and Flashback 2 are hanging out enjoying lunch, and apparently this involves holding hands and playing footies. Upon hearing that he can Mumm-Ra this Yamauchi scum, this makes 7800 raise an eyebrow, if we could see it under his battle mask. Such an order has not be used in over 25 years. 7800 has only heard stories of using Mumm-Ra.
“We will trust your judgment 7800.”
“Dilly dilly.” 7800 says as he snaps his flip phone shut, it’s a burner, and tosses it in a burning barrel to destroy it. 7800 crack his knuckles.
“Dilly dilly.”
Too Sweet is still in the same alleyway, behind the same dumpster, this time covered up by different trash bags. He is snoring away like a two stroke dirt bike with a burned out exhaust manifold and like everyone else we have seen who visits him, 7800 kicks the trash bag and kneels down next to him. Too Sweet groans after getting kicked. It looks like he trying to roll over or something. 7800 reaches out and pulls the trash bag off of him and tosses it aside. Too Sweet opens his eyes and gasps for air as he spots 7800 glaring down at him.
“You! It’s! You! Him! Da! 409!”
“Dilly dilly!”
“No! Please! Don’t kill me!”
“Dilly!”
Too Sweet sits up and clasps his hands together about to beg for his life.
“Please! I am just a, just a simple man! I meant nothing by it!”
“Dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly! Dilly!”
“I’m so sorry! I needed the money! I’ve been kicked out of the shelter! I was hungry!”
“Dilly dilly!”
“I know! I know!”
“Dilly dilly! Dilly! Dilly dilly!”
“Forgive me! I beg you! Please!”
7800 stands up. He looks away and looks down the alleyway, most likely to see if anyone is around. Too Sweet is now at his feet, begging for mercy.
“I’m sorry! Sorry! I’m a weak man! I have needs! They had what I needed! I’m so sorry! Forgive me! PLEASE!”
7800 looks down at Too Sweet and slowly slides his hand in his pocket of his oversized trench coat he is wearing to “blend in”. It’s gotta be, what? 70 degrees today. Whatever 7800 has in his pocket, he has a firm grip on it and is ready to use it.
“No! No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no! I beg you! Please!”
7800 kneels back down.
“Dilly dilly.” he says to calm Too Sweet. Too Sweet looks up at him.
“What?” Too Sweet says with his snot running down his face.
“Dilly dilly.” 7800 says a bit firmly. Too Sweet glances at his hand in his pocket and looks up at 7800.
“Okay. I’ll tell you everything.”
“Dilly.”
“The one, the one who is named after a old Chevy car…”
“Dilly dilly?”
“Yes! That one! He took that thing, that silver plate on a belt.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“YES! That! Please don’t hurt me!”
“DILLY DILLY DILLY!”
“Okay! Okay! He held that, that, thing to his forehead and, and.”
7800 gives Too Sweet a kick.
“It like, spoke to him! I don’t know what it said! It was, it was really fucking weird man! But that is what he did!”
7800 slowly removes his hand from his coat pocket, empty handed.
“Dilly?”
“That’s, that’s all I know! Yes! It spoke to him!”
“Dilly.”
Too Sweet leans back in his pile of trash bags looking up at 7800. He slowly starts to reach out for some of the trash bags.
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly, Dilly dilly,Dilly dilly, Dilly dilly.”
“What? What are you talking about man?”
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“Energon what?”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“What mission? I’m so confused!”
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“Starpower? The battle of Starpower?”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“Okay! Whatever you say man.”
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“Jesus….”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.” 7800 says and looks down the alleyway one more time. He pulls open his trench coat to reveal a fanny pack. He unzip it, opens it, pulls out a wad of cash. He holds it up for Too Sweet to see.
“Dilly dilly?”
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever man.”
“Dilly dilly?”
“Yes. I didn’t see you and I won’t spy on you anymore. I promise.”
7800 stares at Too Sweet for a second or two and tosses the wad of cash at him. It lands on his stomach and Too Sweet snaps that up as to not to lose it.
“Thank you.” Too Sweet says as he looks up at 7800.
“Dilly dilly.” 7800 says before picking up the trash bag and throwing that back on top of him.
Fade out.