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armedanddangerousIt's been days now since he found himself stranded here. In that span of time, Squawky Man has only managed to grow more frustrated, more irritated, and more desperate to get some kind of grip on the situation. He's been searching the house for anything that might be of help, but so far has turned up with nothing.
Enough was enough. If the obvious tactics weren't doing any good, he was going to have to resort to more drastic measures. He's only met one being so far who had any idea what was going on, and he intends to make use of that. He stands at the top of one of the larger staircases, hand resting on the banister near a large vase of flowers, and yells sharply toward the center of the room, "Mason!" And in a more level (though still quite irritated) tone of voice, "I have some questions that need answering. If you don't want to cooperate, then..." He lifts his hand to the side of the vase and gives it a quick shove over the railing. A few seconds later, it shatters against the floor of the hall. "Too bad about the interior decorating." He smirks. "Got it?"
Without waiting for an answer, he snatches up a nearby lamp and smashes it against the wall. He proceeds like this through the house, tearing down curtains, kicking aside any moveable objects at his feet, and leaving a trail of damaged furniture in his wake.
Enough was enough. If the obvious tactics weren't doing any good, he was going to have to resort to more drastic measures. He's only met one being so far who had any idea what was going on, and he intends to make use of that. He stands at the top of one of the larger staircases, hand resting on the banister near a large vase of flowers, and yells sharply toward the center of the room, "Mason!" And in a more level (though still quite irritated) tone of voice, "I have some questions that need answering. If you don't want to cooperate, then..." He lifts his hand to the side of the vase and gives it a quick shove over the railing. A few seconds later, it shatters against the floor of the hall. "Too bad about the interior decorating." He smirks. "Got it?"
Without waiting for an answer, he snatches up a nearby lamp and smashes it against the wall. He proceeds like this through the house, tearing down curtains, kicking aside any moveable objects at his feet, and leaving a trail of damaged furniture in his wake.
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