Posted at 10:37 pm on Dec 3, 2016 by:
Red Spyder (Guardian of Wickedness)
Be nice! You'll hurt its feelings!
"... Cut off?" Red questioned, the beef retreating into his trousers, nearly ripping the cloth due to its inflated size. "You can't cut it off! WHY would you cut it off?!"
"Why?" Aeean repeated. "Have you learned nothing over all these years? Your monster beef is nothing but TROUBLE! If you want to know what I know, that's the price! It seems quite fair to me. You took something away from me, so I'm going to take something away from you!"
"But... I NEED it!" Red protested, covering the still cowering beef. "Plus, it's helping us find my Angel!"
Red glanced first at Brand-X and then at Charon. The looks on their faces disturbed him more than Aeean's request. Charon especially seemed quite amused by the idea of removing the monster beef. If they wanted it gone, they were going to have to fight him over it, because there was no way he was willingly going along with such a plan.
"Come on, guys," Red said, backing away from all three of them. "There has to be another way! Brandon, you wouldn't want someone cutting off your hair! You're too proud of it! And Charon, what about Angel? Do you think she'd be happy to hear you allowed a vital part of me to be removed?! A part she rather enjoys too! Besides, who cares what this horned clown wants? He doesn't know shit! He's just butt hurt that he didn't get his way!"
Both Charon and Brand-X seemed to be rethinking their positions on the matter. Well, Charon was rethinking. Brand-X was trying to remove his wild hair from around his neck before it strangled him. Aeean meanwhile pulled out a battered, leather bag and held it out so Red could get a good look.
"Look familiar, Guardian?" Aeean asked with a chuckle. "It's a leftover from your days of pretending you were Jack the Ripper, still filled with your various tools of terror! Scalpels, bone saws, and no telling what else! I like to think of it as a collector's item. And it just seems so fitting to use it on that monster beef!"
"Hey, that was never proven!" Red said, turning his head, refusing to look at his former belongings any further. "So why don't you shove that bag back up your ass and FUCK OFF!"