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Peek-a-boo You have been fooled Here's chapter 3 and a half :D
Bringing a glass of orange juice over to his apprentice, Noam Otto sighs and sits down in a chair that was placed neatly across from Woods.
"Hey, bud. So, I have an idea...But, it's dangerous. If it fails; Take this map and find an old woman who lives in a cottage. She may be dead. If she is, then steal the greenest potion you can find, then run back to me. If she isn't, tell her that you were sent by me." He slides a scroll over to Woods.
His tone is serious, which catches the blonde's attention. Confused, Woods speaks up with a question. "But, what plan would be so dangerous that I would need to find this stupid old woman, can't you bring her here and just let her supervise?" Woods' accent shone through, which was a lot like a European accent; just with a hint of American in it.
"It doesn't work like that, bud. I can't just magically poof her here. If this plan fails, which I hope it doesn't, it will cost you a five-day trip to this woman's house. So we better not fuck this up"
His facial features darken into frustration, as this was the face he made when he was thinking. "Ok, I did the rough calculations in my head. There is a 75 percent that this will fail. But if it doesn't, we can save the world. If we can sneak into that remaining percentage somehow, we can save mankind from its decline of plant life."
"B-but-...fine...I'm up for it...Let's do this!" Woods chugs his orange juice down and stands up; letting out a battle cry. Having just hit puberty, his voice cracks; which makes his "battle cry" sound weak and pathetic.
Noam lets out a chuckle. "Pathetic." Woods sighs with a goofy grin on his face."I try my best..."
His boss jumps onto the table and throws his hands up. "LET'S GET CRUNKED!"
