The office is a sumptuous place, all polished wood and velvet, and silk curtains and gilt stuff. Don Garfeldo is immediately comfortable, and he reclines in his chair, no throne.
Thursday Plurbonym-Boyporridge is ill at ease here. He is reluctant to be calling in this favour. After all, it has been owed him for hundreds of years, ever since the Final Furby War.
Also, this place isn't really his vibe. It should be fine tho.
"So." says the orange crime boss, "what can I do for ya?"
The cat steeples his fingers (toes?) and meets Thursday's unblinking gaze. It's a bold move.
Thursday leans forward. I AM SEARCHING FOR INFORMATION.
he says, in his voice like 1500 slabs of concrete being slammed together 5 kilometres away.
The cat shrugs. "I have lots of that Thursday, but you're going to have to be more specific."
GARFELDO, I NEED TO KNOW WHERE MY MAKER IS.
"You wanna meet yer maker, eh? millions of years of livin too much for ya?"
IT IS NOT LIKE THAT. FATHER STRANGE WAS HIDDEN FROM ME ÆONS AGO. NOW CAN YOU HELP ME OR NOT?
"Furby, this'll be simple. the information is easily bought if you know the right folks. I can just-"
Suddenly, the cat stops. Garfeldo's hackles rise as both he and Thursday notice the chatter from outside the office has ceased.
through the door, the two hear the sound of heavy boots, and the sound of someone talking in a particularly self important way.
"Patrons of Garfeld Eats!", says the voice, "We have reason to believe this establishment is hiding the evil fugitive known as Thursday Plurbonym-Boyporridge, the false idol, Emperor of the necromancers, and key player in the Furby wars. He is wanted for the crimes of destruction of private property, resisting the orders of the Queen our God, theft, and of course, public indecency. Anyone who gives us information which leads his arrest will be rewarded. anyone who doesn't will be jailed. Do I have any volunteers?!"
Garfeldo sunk deeper into his chair. "it's the pigs. they'll fuckin ruin me, do you know how much contraband I have In. the back?"
Thursday stared flatly at Garfeldo. I AM SURE EVERYTHING WILL WORK ITSELF OUT.
he said, his voice as smooth and heavy as a tidal wave of crude oil.
then, with a twist of his muscular neck/torso, Thursday summoned his gun hand and slithered out of the room.
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STRANGErs In The Night
FanfictionThis is my first fanfic, go easy. This is the story of STRANGE AEONS, an ancient being sealed away for millennia by the evil (and also hot) queen Abby, and how she escapes. It is also abt Thursday, strange's son, who is god emperor (sort of) ps I d...
