herman schultz.

… Right. Okay then.

You seriously don’t know what a brony is?! Pull the word up on your phone.

If I was, you’d already be bleeding.

    You're that fast---- ??

      You’ve never met anyone in their twenties before, have you?

   You're twenty ??

I don’t like the sound of that.

    Yeah... He tried to kill me, so...

↣ ╳ ↢

❝Secret society. We all live underground and I’m trying to recruit you.❞ Feeling sarcastic today, clearly.

    ... Isn't that the Mole Man's thing?

     Probably better off that way.      Even his hologram was a dick.

    Yeah, he's kind of mean. He called me a mattress once. Or something.

[ She takes the briefcase, checking for a tracking device as best as she can without taking her eyes off the Shocker. There isn’t one, but the case is still heavy. So, a nice amount of money with little chance of getting caught. ]

                      ❝ Stay still while I contemplate if I have to turn you in or not. ❞

[ Because this was a small offense, if she turned him in, he’d probably just go to jail, and be broken out easily— Or so she assumed. ]

( Points two fingers-guns at him)

Weeeell that’s too bad. Drop the briefcase before I go all pew pew on you.

    Son of a — !

   [ And now he's making a run for it. ] Idon'twannadieIdon'twannadieIdon'twanna----

    It might be a problem. Hey Herman — [ Sharp turn right, fuck that median, whoops — cut off a pedestrian. ] — do you know what a brony is?

…Are you okay. ??

Then may your face survive to another day.

    Thanks...

     Less Emissaries of Evil, more Human Rights Council.