Found it.
Ha! That's funny!!!!!! Giraffe Man!!!!! Haunts your dreams!!!!!
Actually, that's not funny. I feel bad for you. Yeah, I'll let you guys keep wondering about the 27th pin. Muahaha.
Now, time for Gambling! And then maybe Giraffe man. Nice hat, BTW.
It was oddly quiet in the room after that, excepting the occasional use of Axel's "Big boy words" when he made a mistake on his gameboy game.
"So......what happens now?" Ace asked Vexen.
"Next................well......uh......" Vexen tried to recall.
"You don't know! You aren't high enough on the list to have information like that, right?!" Ace accused, laughing.
"Shut-up!" Vexen snapped.
"How old are you anyway, Greasy?" Ace asked, annoying as could be.
"Why do kids always want to know that?" Vexen sneered. "If you must know, I'm only in my thirties."
"Then why do you have so many wrinkles?" After several questions like this to pass the time, something that actually had a point happened!
"Vexen?" A voice asked from the doorway.
"Yes?" Vexen asked, jumping to his feet, obviously eager to avoid more interrogation.
"Go..........mow the lawn or something." An ugly man with a lot of scars on his face walked in.
Vexen didn't say anything, but left the room. "Axel! Go mow the lawn!"
The new guy paced the floor. It was kind of annoying.
"So." He started, not stopping his pacing. "Who sent you?"
Ace looked at him for a minute. He had a really ugly zit that he had tried to cover with his hair.
"Well?" He turned stern and faced Ace.
It was kind of......pulsing.
"You don't know what you're dealing with, boy." The man got "up in Ace's Grill". "Who SENT YOU?!"
"I'm sorry, what?" Ace asked, looking at the man's eyes instead of his forehead.
The man silently fumed. "Just tell me who sent you here."
"Oh. Is that all you wanted? No." Ace replied, Cool as a Pickle chip.
The man slammed his fist on the tiny table next to him.
"You shouldn't do that. You might hurt your hand." Ace advised the man.
Suddenly, the man was called outside the room. He came back in a lot happier than he had left, a few minutes later.
"So. One last time. Are you going to tell us?" He motioned toward a very tall man. "Or does HE have to get hurt?"
Frozen in time was none other than...........................................
GALA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Psycho theme plays*
There you go!
Ha! That's funny!!!!!! Giraffe Man!!!!! Haunts your dreams!!!!!
Actually, that's not funny. I feel bad for you. Yeah, I'll let you guys keep wondering about the 27th pin. Muahaha.
Now, time for Gambling! And then maybe Giraffe man. Nice hat, BTW.
It was oddly quiet in the room after that, excepting the occasional use of Axel's "Big boy words" when he made a mistake on his gameboy game.
"So......what happens now?" Ace asked Vexen.
"Next................well......uh......" Vexen tried to recall.
"You don't know! You aren't high enough on the list to have information like that, right?!" Ace accused, laughing.
"Shut-up!" Vexen snapped.
"How old are you anyway, Greasy?" Ace asked, annoying as could be.
"Why do kids always want to know that?" Vexen sneered. "If you must know, I'm only in my thirties."
"Then why do you have so many wrinkles?" After several questions like this to pass the time, something that actually had a point happened!
"Vexen?" A voice asked from the doorway.
"Yes?" Vexen asked, jumping to his feet, obviously eager to avoid more interrogation.
"Go..........mow the lawn or something." An ugly man with a lot of scars on his face walked in.
Vexen didn't say anything, but left the room. "Axel! Go mow the lawn!"
The new guy paced the floor. It was kind of annoying.
"So." He started, not stopping his pacing. "Who sent you?"
Ace looked at him for a minute. He had a really ugly zit that he had tried to cover with his hair.
"Well?" He turned stern and faced Ace.
It was kind of......pulsing.
"You don't know what you're dealing with, boy." The man got "up in Ace's Grill". "Who SENT YOU?!"
"I'm sorry, what?" Ace asked, looking at the man's eyes instead of his forehead.
The man silently fumed. "Just tell me who sent you here."
"Oh. Is that all you wanted? No." Ace replied, Cool as a Pickle chip.
The man slammed his fist on the tiny table next to him.
"You shouldn't do that. You might hurt your hand." Ace advised the man.
Suddenly, the man was called outside the room. He came back in a lot happier than he had left, a few minutes later.
"So. One last time. Are you going to tell us?" He motioned toward a very tall man. "Or does HE have to get hurt?"
Frozen in time was none other than...........................................
GALA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Psycho theme plays*
There you go!