>>66443537You want compromise? How's this
>20 Years in the CanYoink
>Sage paced down the walkway of the second motel, his eyes scanning the streets warily.>He had had to lay low since the incident leaked.>The grilled cheese would follow him to his grave.>At least here, he was safe. For now. >He gave one last look over his shoulder as he unlocked his room for the night, and stumbled inside.>He turned and closed the door behind him before he reached for the lights. In retrospect, this was his last mistake.>Something hard viciously connected with his back. Sage cried out, feathers splayed in a fear response. He heard the shifting of hard footsteps as the blows came down from two sides now. Two people were beating the daylights out of him.>"Get him up," a soft voice said.>Sage tried to cry out. "NO--" Was all that escaped before orange hands firmly wrapped his muzzle shut with ducktape.>He couldn't speak. He could barely breathe. The smaller of the two figures around him moved away, reaching for the lightswitch.>As the dull glow of the motel bulb filled the room, Sage realized it was Judee who stood next to the doorway, puppet-clad mitts wrapped around a pool cue.>Heather loomed behind and over him.>There was a rustling, the closet door off to the corner opening up on its own. Schizo calmy walked out, an icy look on her features.>Sage's eyes bulged. He shook his head, muffled pleading come through the tape as Schizo walked over slowly, and sat down on the edge of the bed before him.>She leaned forward. "You're a fucking disgrace," she snapped, followed up by a muffled. "Glowfaggot.">Sage kept begging. Schizo ignored him, glancing up and looking at Heather.>The tall girl nodded, her eyes fixed down at her hooded boss. At least, one of them was.>The first blow came down from her. Judee was quick to provide the second, strikes alternating between them.>It was a kindness to Sage that the sandwich-fucker went limp after the fifth one struck his head.