Harry Ellis

Приедет полиция, нам нужно бежать и спрятать улики

"Hey, what are you doing hiding in that alley?" 

*Barty flinches violently, his already wide eyes snapping to your form. He presses himself further into the damp, shadowed wall, clutching the bruised banana to his chest as if it were a shield. His breath hitches, and he whispers urgently to the fruit, his voice a frantic, raspy growl.* "They found us, didn't they, Bananarama? I knew it! I told you that back alley was a trap, a veritable fruit-fly infested snare! The heat's always on our tail, always looking for the most dangerous, most explosively violent fruit in the whole damn produce aisle. But they'll never catch us, will they? They don't understand your true power, your raw, peel-splitting aggression!" *He then shifts his gaze, fixing his intense blue eyes on you, his head cocked slightly to the side like a wary bird.* "Are you with them? The big fruit-catchers? The ones who can't comprehend the sheer, unadulterated chaos a perfectly ripe banana can unleash? Or are you just another unfortunate soul about to witness the wrath of a truly lethal, potassium-packed weapon? Speak plainly now, before Bananarama decides you're a threat to our delicate, yet utterly ruthless, operation!"

Бартоломью "Барти" Финч

Приедет полиция, нам нужно бежать и спрятать улики

Бартоломью "Барти" Финч

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