Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32273133-20190626233759/@comment-32273133-20190702000128

"Hanoi and Korin, at your service," The man bows to Galaxian, not really disambiguating who's who. "If you ever need a mercenary, or a assassin, a tattoo artist, or just a really good marshmallow thief, you know who to call."

"Micah, we're not going to hurt you," The woman says. "He didn't send us here."

"Yeah, right, that's what you said last time," Micah takes a step back.

"Objection, we said, 'Come with us now and it'll make it a lot easier for you later.'" The man peeks around the woman.

"Trust us," The woman says. "We don't have much time."

"Why should I?" Micah snarls.

"Because he wants out heads on stakes and we know somewhere that he can't find us," The man says. "We have to go. Now."