DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK

Can't call it a comeback because Jube won't comeback.

 

He has become what he hates

inactivity

 

Naw, he's like, 10000 years old.

Im sure it's because he's busy and ****.

 

Old geezer and his job.

 

I'm pretty sure he died.

 

That too.

 

**** THAT DUDE!
You run up to that son of a ***** with his fancy briefcase and stab him right in the face
"OH CHRIST WHAT THE ****!?"
The dude screams like a little girl on account of being stabbed in the face by some chick.
You DEMAND that he give you all of his money, however you probably should've asked that before you stabbed him. What's done is done though, better you stab him then he stabs you.
He drops his suitcase as he writhes in agony, suspecting that it may be filled with cash money you nab it; after all we did this all for money. I think. **** I don't remember it's been a while.

With suitcase in hand you gleefully walk back home, happily satisfied with what a good job you did. One problem though, you are covered head to toe in the blood of some bloke who is dying somewhere
down the block. You don't have a working shower in your house and even then you doubt you would be able to get back home without alerting someone with your bloody ass self.
What oh what to do?

[] Open up the nearby manhole and hide out in the sewers
[] Break into a nearby house and hide out there
[] Just walk home man

 

☑ Grind up those sweet tarts in your pocket and sell em

Let's go with Male Iris. (Yes I did)
--- Post updated ---
oh wait already advanced
damn
uuuh

☑ Just walk home man

 

[x] Just walk home man

 

[x] Just walk home man

 

Man what the **** ever
You just stroll on home not caring if anyone spots your ass.
A few minutes later someone spots your ass, not just someone in fact. But a cop, a full blown man in blue, a pig, a police officer is what I'm saying.
"HEY!" he shouts out, "STOP RIGHT THERE! DON'T MOVE!"

[] Move
[] Don't move

 

dont move

 

[x] Move bitch get out the way

 

[x] Move

 

[x] Don't move

 

[x] Don't move

 

[x] Moooooove

 

Somebody break it

 

Don't move, cops are nice.

 

You're already in enough **** as it is, no need to get in any more.
You politely stop walking and comply with Mr Popo's demands.
"What can I do ya for O man?" you ask knowing full well why he's on you.
"Young lady, you are covered head to toe in blood. Could I ask you why exactly?"
It would probably be best for you to rationally explain the situation to him
OR you could lie,lying always helps and the last thing we need is to get arrested or worse.
So you decide to li-
*THUNK*
Suddenly a strange sound effect rattles your head and you fall to the ground.
Did you just get shot?
Not quite little busta. This cop just smashed your head with the ass of his gun, you must've not noticed him getting closer as you were thinkin up your elaborate lie.
"Don't worry little girl, this'll all be over before ya know it". You're just able to make out this incredibly perverse line before you pass out.

........

God knows how much longer later, you find yourself waking up in a daze. Said daze is immediately washed away by a rush of cold water dashed into your face.
What the **** is going? Where the hell are you? Who the hell are you? Well we can make out that last one, but the rest is still not making sense. You look around
to see yourself in a warehouse like room. Any attempts of movement are hindered by the rope that has tied your hands and legs to a chair. Also you're still covered in blood.
And worst of all? You're ****ing briefcase is gone, the one that you literally stabbed a guy for has vanished. The cop must've taken it, or someone, who the hell knows?
"Glad to see you're awake". Amongst the confusion you notice the man in front of you with a now empty bucket of water. He dones a white suit with a blue undershirt and a yellow tie. The front of his hair is nice and gelled up and makes him look like an enomrous ******bag.
"I wasn't expecting the briefcase man to be....well a girl. But I'm lucky I caught you before they interrogated you. Let's get you out of those ropes. I took care of em and got the briefcase, we'll get in my car and get ourselves to the airport. We should be able to get China within the next 30 hours"
What the everloving **** **** is this man talking about? China? Is that like Japan 2 or something? Why are you going to China? What the hell is a briefcase man?
The mysterious ******bag unties and beckons you to make your way out the front door of the establishment. Just as you are getting yourself back on your feet you notice that you still
have your trusty knife in your pocket. Stupid cop must've not noticed it or some ****. This trusty thing has gotten you outta tight jams before and you are sure as hell in a tight as virgin jam right now.

[] Ask ******bag what the hell he's talking about. Better to get answers now
[] Play along and just get into his car. Being weird will just make you look suspicious
[] Shank this fool