"So you've come." Clive said coldly, whilst subtly unzipping his puffer jacket, slightly decreasing the temperature in the store to optimize for his upcoming exertions, preparing and arming himself for the showdown.
"Not yet…" Ly Ly smirked. "Not until you give us full satisfaction… your part of the Blueprint, Clive."
Clive immediately sprang forward and spilled his specially-prepared fluids deep into an unfortunate DRSABCD member…
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Yes that's right. A syringe full of flu-shot was thrust forward with ruthless precision and without warning jabbed into the unsuspecting Dark Rizzard's arm.
"Bruh…"
Clive nodded briefly, like a surgeon whose job was done.
"Now you won't catch a cold… just like me…"
"…Unfortunately though, I just contracted chills just from reading that…"
Witnessing this travesty of consent, even with good intentions, the Audience members were terrified.
"You… want to catch a cold?" Clive was genuinely confused.
"You may have a… point, but you might be going about things in the wrong way…"