reckless tactics
Well, we’re not much deserving of a spotlight in the spring elk wonderland; the reason for our disapproval from lovey-dovey Lacy is because she caught our eyes on spring elk’s most private jewel.
Glitter: What’s so great about a lousy crystal? It’s quite pathetic; Crazy Lacy is licking her lips for that.
Passion: I wouldn’t put it into that much detail, dear. The reason why Crazy Lacy wants it is because of the insane amount of control and power it feeds on; I hardly think an evil leader wants to idolise it for its glamour, haha.
Glitter: So she wants to obtain its power?
Passion: Right, and I think I know of a way of assisting her for this to become a reality.
Glitter: Wait, you’re going to help... CRAZY LACY!
Passion: Why not, Glitter? We’ve been spat out like a piece of gum on a sidewalk; the only spot we live in now is a cave.
Glitter: I know, but do you think Crazy Lacy is going to let us set foot on her island? There are a lot of twisted stories about that psychotic ruler.
Passion: So you expect me to rot in this murky, wet lair? Hmm, if we don’t get up soon and find a better alternative, we may not have this space for much longer. If you can remember, we were banished from Spring Elk Island—meaning the whole island—and I’m pretty sure she will make a check on that by sending guards out to hunt for us.
Glitter: And how are we meant to leave, Mrs Know-it-all? This island is surrounded by water. The only way of leaving is by boat, and who has control of the rowing boats? I’ll wait for your response.
Passion: D... D... Don’t patronise me, GLITTER!
To be continued.
