@skullkxd || UNPROMPTED || ALWAYS ACCEPTING!
skullkxd asked: βHello neighbor.β They are reading off of a clipboard, that, if inspected, is actually completely blank.
βDo you enjoy helping out your community? If so, I have a deal for you. Introducing, skull scouts.β They hold up a box of cookies in their other hand. βWe are a nonprofit community using the money you donate to enrichen the lives of those less fortunate. Would you like to buy a box of Skull Roulette cookies for the mere price of ten dollars?β
Half of the cookies in these boxes are filled with pumpkin pie filling. The other half are filled with squash. There is no physical indication of the difference between the two. Thatβs what makes them roulette cookies
[When the duo opened the door to their ramshackle cabin in the woods, they were surprised to find that they were visited by a total stranger. This place did NOT look inhabited, after all. Maybe this was a real estate agent coming to condemn the place and banish them? Or maybe they'd been followed home by an angry pokemon trainer?]
[Their worries were soon forgotten with that bizarre introduction, a classic bit from the wannabe salesman handbook. Then, the stranger held out a tempting box of cookies -- cookies! And just when the group had been complaining about their hunger!]
β Ooh!! β [Both Jessie and James squealed excitedly over the assortment of delectable goodies. After the kid gave their explanation about "donating to charity" or whatever, they explained that one box would be ten dollars. Frantic ( and hungry ), Jessie pulled James aside; for some reason, they kept entrusting their meager paychecks to him, so he was the one to consult here. If the would-be salesperson tried, they would almost definitely overhear their frenzied whispering ( not that their private meetings were ever quiet ).]
β Have we gotten our paycheck yet, James? PLEASE tell me you haven't spent it all again. β
β We, uh- we should still have ten...pennies. β
β PENNIES!? They asked for DOLLARS, James. What kind of money are those dimwits at Team Rocket sending us!? Or are you spending THAT much on your precious bottlecaps and robots!? β
β Hey! My bottlecaps are precious heirlooms! And besides, we haven't been earning more than twenty dollars lately...it's not my fault that the boss isn't paying us. And it's not my fault that we have to spend money on our schemes! β
β It IS your fault! Ugh, what are we going to do now!? β
[There was a pause, then a moment of silent consensus. Desperate times called for desperate measures. They communicated with Meowth via several wide, but silent gestures, then went back to the door.]
β Apologies for making you wait! β [Jessie laughed awkwardly, and James followed with some frantic nodding and yeses.] β You know, we would LOVE to hear more about your...what cause are you supporting, exactly? β
β Yes, your cause! And what exactly are these "roulette" cookies? We, uh, need to hear more before we can make a purchase in good conscience. β [James nodded several times, then subtly looked to the tree line around their cabin. Meowth was hiding behind ones of the trees closest to the salesperson, giving a thumbs-up. Perfect. Soon they'd have their cookies and eat them, too!]