CheekBuster Chronicles

New Clap, Who dis?

So, Cheekbuster Tim-Tim the Third had disappeared that morning, no trace of him to be found. The case...unsolved. With no where to turn to, police turned to the second most likely to reply Cheekbuster... Brandon the Coochie 'Coon, with his curious obsession with beans.
The officer had arrived on his doorstep, knocking to see if anyone was home, when a tired and irritated Brandon whipped the door open. He was in a black t-shirt, shorts, barefoot, with an open can of steaming beans in his right, and a muddled spoon in his left. Putting a spoonful of the delectable substance in his mouth and effectively cumming a little as he did, he asked what the officer wanted between his muffled moans.

"Thotiana Thiccness, missing? Huh. I ordered her dump truck deluxe special three days ago. That's odd ..."
The tiny furball known as Lexi padded to his ankles, nibbling on his toe and lapping up any spilled bean juice with fevered intent as her owner just sighed and set the beans on the ground for her.
"Yeah, yeah...I'll take the case. You know my cost... have the shipment of Bush's here by sunday. And I'll get around to it... I'm in queue right now. I also have to buy Bagels and JoJo skins- so...I'm busy. It's just a fun game-"

The officer coughed into his fist.
"Unsupported addiction-"

"I HEARD THAT. GET ON RIGHT NOW. I'll kick your ass-"

A swift smack to the face left the coochie coon speechless, and he walked away to get ready. A quick kick to the closet door opened up a world of hurt for someone's eyes...
Black T-shirt, leather jacket, comfortable sweats, barefoot, with a feathered and wildly decorated red hat, Brandon The Coochie Coon was ready to pursue:
The Missing Thot.