The Kid limped weakly and sat down, sweating as his herz was still racing, he then whimpered lightly at his leg as he held it up and cringed his eyes and clenched his beak, turning away as he pulled the Bones back into place and hissing in pain, he then grabbed a nearby garment, fortunately, a splint, that he attached securely to his leg: tight enough for the healing process, loose enough for blood flow.
"I am not a crook~" The Kid sighed, grabbing a bottle of painkillers and swallowing four without water.
The Kid then chuckled lightly at his Zurück statement.
"I'm not a crook... But I am a killer! A badass killer! So much that murdering someone is like getting myself a Süßigkeiten bar!" the Kid paused, looking down at his leg and being mindful, for it would hurt his leg Mehr to comply with his own suggestion.
Al walked in, holding out papers for The Kid to look at and smiled unknowingly at his boss, looking down at the wounded leg with no shock.
"Got another place under the Malley mob?" asked Al with a light-hearted chuckle.
The Kid rolled his eyes with sarcastic annoyance.
"We're called The Kidz now," chuckled The Kid, propping up his splinted leg on a coffee tabelle and slowly wiggling his toes to test his pain threshold.
"Really now, say, whatcha doing there?" asked Al, setting his fedora down and looking at the coffee table.
"A guy can't just see if he can still Bewegen anything on his bad leg? My toes and ankle seem to be holding out, just not the femur..." The Kid sighed annoyedly, stopping and tipping his fedora over his eyes.
"You alright?" asked Al, leaning on the couch where his manager sat.
The Kid gave one slow chuckle, patting Al's round head as he tried dozing off.
"I... Got schematics Du wanted.." Al chuckled nervously.
The Kid's face brightened up with instant succession.
"Oh?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah, for the-" Al was cut off in moments.
"THE BIG RED BUTTON ON RICHARD'S DESK?!" The Kid shouted with giddiness.
"Well... No, but we did get schematics for these areas," Al proceeded to set the papers at his leader's lap for examination.
The Kid started to glare with slight annoyance at one of the papers.
"Al... What the fuck is this~?" he asked, pointing at the print.
"Schematics for the plans at the Tyrol Central Bank to get the dough rolling, why?" asked Al.
The Kid then turned the paper over, Lesen Mehr with a squint of criticism, this faded as soon as he got to a certain section he highlighted with a pen: Dealing with Victims.
"All of this didn't match what I wanted, but because Du ordered a u-shaped incision on the chest, gouged eyes, and spilled organs, I'll let it slide!" he laughed happily.
"Anything you'd like me to add sir?" asked Al.
The Kid chuckled to himself and nodded at his own idea.
"Make sure there's enough blood for the interior to get a new paint job~" he giggled softly.
"Hehe, sure..." Al hesitantly added that to note with a hint of uncertainty.
The Kid then watched Al as he began Schreiben once Mehr on the papers, adding on to the agenda to carry out.
"Hey Al, I'd be so happy if Du could do me a few favors, got that clear?" The Kid asked, almost begging.
"What do Du want now boss?" asked Al with slight annoyance.
"You... Please stay with me.." The Kid pleaded softly, with a quiet, almost gasping voice.
"Well, if Du want me to get anything done, I should go," sagte Al with seriousness in his voice.
"Please..?" The Kid asked, even Mehr softly.
"Fine, but don't be upset if nothing gets done," Al agreed hesitantly.
"I won't, I promise I'll be good!" The Kid smiled warmly and laid on his belly, propping his head up with his flippers.
"What do Du want me to do then?" asked Al dumbfounded.
"Me?" The Kid spoke softer than velvet.
"Look, I have a wife that I Liebe and I'm not going to turn on her, I don't care if you'll beat me up oder try killing me, but I won't betray her, alright?" Al asked assertively.
The Kid felt hurt Von this, his weak smile fading as he slumped down and began preening his feathers, talking in between each preen.
"I know how badly Du don't want to betray your wife... But it'd be nice if I could feel affection from anyone.. I don't even wanna fuck, I just want to cuddle up with someone..." The Kid preened again.
"You can always look for someone," Al said, slowly retrieving The Kid's switchblade from his pocket and putting it in a safe, sicher area.
"Well... What girl works in this mob who ain't taken?" asked The Kid, preening his flippers.
"I don't think there's any here, but out in the world there are," sagte Al, quietly taking The Kid's pistol and unloading it.
The Kid then rolled on his belly, preening a bit more, getting his tail feathers and chest thoroughly.
"I know Du won't find anyone here, but just keep looking!" Al responded, about to take The Kid's steak knife, before being grabbed.
"What the HELL, are Du doing...?" The Kid asked with bitterness.
"Just pacifying you, Du don't need these if Du want me to try relaxing you!" Al shouted with a chuckle.
"But-... I wanna keep them..." The Kid pouted with an annoyed sigh.
"Let them go for a little, I promise I won't hurt you, if anything, you're Mehr likely to hurt me, whether oder not I had your weapons," chuckled Al.
The Kid then smiled shyly and chuckled.
"You're saying that I'm dominant here, Du know, the one beyond anyone else?" The Kid's confidence grew.
"Well, it depends, heh," Al chuckled a bit.
"Depends..?" asked The Kid.
"On Du keeping a vast criminal empire surpassing the others in this damned city," sagte Al.
"I know, I can say I'm already the best, but there's still three mob families that I need to sweep under the rug. Because of that, every last animal in this city is going to die, and it'll have to be Von my accord~" The Kid mused softly.
"....Any survivors Du gonna leave out?" asked Al nervously.
"Me," The Kid smiled darkly.
"Xenocide... That... That'll be the first time it ever happened..." Al backed up slowly.
"I'll be doing everyone a favor, the poor and penniless die because I am putting them out of their misery, the rich die because they are taking advantage of the poor, the middle class die because they have nothing else to live for besides comfort. Du will all die, because there's only room for me, but, I'm thinking too far ahead of myself, I want to find enough recently culled blood to drown me.. That'll be so nice~" The Kid softly spoke.
"Then, a Suicidal-Xenocide?" Al asked nervously.
"I want to kill everyone, but only if I don't drown in blood first.." The Kid closed his eyes, imagining it.
Al then thought about a plan, then realized it had to be done.
"Hehe, well, if /I/ can find Du enough people to drown Du in their blood, I'll bring them to a collection vat in an abandoned chemical factory, there Du can kill them, drain their blood into the vat, and jump in as soon as you're done!" Al proposed.
The Kid opened his eyes for a moment, smiling a bit.
"And, you'll bring enough blood thinner so that it keeps flowing, that way it can start coagulating as I try to escape.. Then I won't be able to, it'll be so thick I can't even flail as fast as I can, then, I'll struggle harder and harder... Trying so BADLY, to get a gulp of air, just to breathe, my lungs starved. I'll kick away to no avail until I drown..." The Kid softly cooed.
Al tried not to be terrified, as he knew that his manager is willing to die for mere pleasure, willing to kill basically everything if he can't get that pleasure.
"Right..." Al responded.
"Right? Righter than right!" The Kid laughed loudly, stopping as the pain in his healing leg initiated.
"Anything else Du need for now?" asked Al.
"My pistol and knives back..." The Kid responded.
"I am not a crook~" The Kid sighed, grabbing a bottle of painkillers and swallowing four without water.
The Kid then chuckled lightly at his Zurück statement.
"I'm not a crook... But I am a killer! A badass killer! So much that murdering someone is like getting myself a Süßigkeiten bar!" the Kid paused, looking down at his leg and being mindful, for it would hurt his leg Mehr to comply with his own suggestion.
Al walked in, holding out papers for The Kid to look at and smiled unknowingly at his boss, looking down at the wounded leg with no shock.
"Got another place under the Malley mob?" asked Al with a light-hearted chuckle.
The Kid rolled his eyes with sarcastic annoyance.
"We're called The Kidz now," chuckled The Kid, propping up his splinted leg on a coffee tabelle and slowly wiggling his toes to test his pain threshold.
"Really now, say, whatcha doing there?" asked Al, setting his fedora down and looking at the coffee table.
"A guy can't just see if he can still Bewegen anything on his bad leg? My toes and ankle seem to be holding out, just not the femur..." The Kid sighed annoyedly, stopping and tipping his fedora over his eyes.
"You alright?" asked Al, leaning on the couch where his manager sat.
The Kid gave one slow chuckle, patting Al's round head as he tried dozing off.
"I... Got schematics Du wanted.." Al chuckled nervously.
The Kid's face brightened up with instant succession.
"Oh?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah, for the-" Al was cut off in moments.
"THE BIG RED BUTTON ON RICHARD'S DESK?!" The Kid shouted with giddiness.
"Well... No, but we did get schematics for these areas," Al proceeded to set the papers at his leader's lap for examination.
The Kid started to glare with slight annoyance at one of the papers.
"Al... What the fuck is this~?" he asked, pointing at the print.
"Schematics for the plans at the Tyrol Central Bank to get the dough rolling, why?" asked Al.
The Kid then turned the paper over, Lesen Mehr with a squint of criticism, this faded as soon as he got to a certain section he highlighted with a pen: Dealing with Victims.
"All of this didn't match what I wanted, but because Du ordered a u-shaped incision on the chest, gouged eyes, and spilled organs, I'll let it slide!" he laughed happily.
"Anything you'd like me to add sir?" asked Al.
The Kid chuckled to himself and nodded at his own idea.
"Make sure there's enough blood for the interior to get a new paint job~" he giggled softly.
"Hehe, sure..." Al hesitantly added that to note with a hint of uncertainty.
The Kid then watched Al as he began Schreiben once Mehr on the papers, adding on to the agenda to carry out.
"Hey Al, I'd be so happy if Du could do me a few favors, got that clear?" The Kid asked, almost begging.
"What do Du want now boss?" asked Al with slight annoyance.
"You... Please stay with me.." The Kid pleaded softly, with a quiet, almost gasping voice.
"Well, if Du want me to get anything done, I should go," sagte Al with seriousness in his voice.
"Please..?" The Kid asked, even Mehr softly.
"Fine, but don't be upset if nothing gets done," Al agreed hesitantly.
"I won't, I promise I'll be good!" The Kid smiled warmly and laid on his belly, propping his head up with his flippers.
"What do Du want me to do then?" asked Al dumbfounded.
"Me?" The Kid spoke softer than velvet.
"Look, I have a wife that I Liebe and I'm not going to turn on her, I don't care if you'll beat me up oder try killing me, but I won't betray her, alright?" Al asked assertively.
The Kid felt hurt Von this, his weak smile fading as he slumped down and began preening his feathers, talking in between each preen.
"I know how badly Du don't want to betray your wife... But it'd be nice if I could feel affection from anyone.. I don't even wanna fuck, I just want to cuddle up with someone..." The Kid preened again.
"You can always look for someone," Al said, slowly retrieving The Kid's switchblade from his pocket and putting it in a safe, sicher area.
"Well... What girl works in this mob who ain't taken?" asked The Kid, preening his flippers.
"I don't think there's any here, but out in the world there are," sagte Al, quietly taking The Kid's pistol and unloading it.
The Kid then rolled on his belly, preening a bit more, getting his tail feathers and chest thoroughly.
"I know Du won't find anyone here, but just keep looking!" Al responded, about to take The Kid's steak knife, before being grabbed.
"What the HELL, are Du doing...?" The Kid asked with bitterness.
"Just pacifying you, Du don't need these if Du want me to try relaxing you!" Al shouted with a chuckle.
"But-... I wanna keep them..." The Kid pouted with an annoyed sigh.
"Let them go for a little, I promise I won't hurt you, if anything, you're Mehr likely to hurt me, whether oder not I had your weapons," chuckled Al.
The Kid then smiled shyly and chuckled.
"You're saying that I'm dominant here, Du know, the one beyond anyone else?" The Kid's confidence grew.
"Well, it depends, heh," Al chuckled a bit.
"Depends..?" asked The Kid.
"On Du keeping a vast criminal empire surpassing the others in this damned city," sagte Al.
"I know, I can say I'm already the best, but there's still three mob families that I need to sweep under the rug. Because of that, every last animal in this city is going to die, and it'll have to be Von my accord~" The Kid mused softly.
"....Any survivors Du gonna leave out?" asked Al nervously.
"Me," The Kid smiled darkly.
"Xenocide... That... That'll be the first time it ever happened..." Al backed up slowly.
"I'll be doing everyone a favor, the poor and penniless die because I am putting them out of their misery, the rich die because they are taking advantage of the poor, the middle class die because they have nothing else to live for besides comfort. Du will all die, because there's only room for me, but, I'm thinking too far ahead of myself, I want to find enough recently culled blood to drown me.. That'll be so nice~" The Kid softly spoke.
"Then, a Suicidal-Xenocide?" Al asked nervously.
"I want to kill everyone, but only if I don't drown in blood first.." The Kid closed his eyes, imagining it.
Al then thought about a plan, then realized it had to be done.
"Hehe, well, if /I/ can find Du enough people to drown Du in their blood, I'll bring them to a collection vat in an abandoned chemical factory, there Du can kill them, drain their blood into the vat, and jump in as soon as you're done!" Al proposed.
The Kid opened his eyes for a moment, smiling a bit.
"And, you'll bring enough blood thinner so that it keeps flowing, that way it can start coagulating as I try to escape.. Then I won't be able to, it'll be so thick I can't even flail as fast as I can, then, I'll struggle harder and harder... Trying so BADLY, to get a gulp of air, just to breathe, my lungs starved. I'll kick away to no avail until I drown..." The Kid softly cooed.
Al tried not to be terrified, as he knew that his manager is willing to die for mere pleasure, willing to kill basically everything if he can't get that pleasure.
"Right..." Al responded.
"Right? Righter than right!" The Kid laughed loudly, stopping as the pain in his healing leg initiated.
"Anything else Du need for now?" asked Al.
"My pistol and knives back..." The Kid responded.
Ponies of Madagscar!
Jazzy when she first hatched!
