Ace gives his shiny new CredStick a big ol' smooch, loud, obnoxious, & so comedicly over the top it's almost pornographic in nature.
"Come to PAPA! Lemme give you some lovin'! MMMMMUUUUUUHHHHWAH!"
Then he rubs it against his cheeks while cooing to it, sounding like a freak with a kitten, a parent with an infant, or perhaps a psychopath with a brand new StabbyThing to fawn over.
"Who's my baby? Who's my lil' darlin'? Who's a pretty CredStick? *YOU'RE* my pretty witta CredStick! YES you are! Daddy's pwetty witta CwedStick!"
Finally he pretends to stuff it up a nostril, making loud, strained, painfull grunty noises as if he were trying to insert a 10Kilo sausage into a 1Ounce skin;
as he's pretending to wedge it home with smacks of the other palm as if nailing it in place, he palms it like a twit & slips it in a pocket for safe keeping.
"Ungh! Ungh! Aw man, dis id a tihd won. UNGH! Get! Up! In! DERE!"
Nearly dissolving into gales of idiotic laughter, Ace finally notices the tray of wings & shouts his gratitude to Tiny.
Even though it's huge & obviously intended for the entire table, he tries to drag it in front of himself as if it were merely a single serving.
His schtoopid grin as he says "MINE!" is almost too much, so it's a good thing he only fills his own plate before sitting back for the feast.
With his fingers slathered in bbq sauce, his chin & cheeks adorned with the garish residue of the sauce, and half a plate of bones before him, Ace turns to their guest.
He sucks the meat off the wing in his hand, finishes chewing, swallows, & clears his throat.
"Ok Alahi, you were satisfied with our performance on that last run, so what have you got in mind for our next one?"
Ace pats his breast pocket to make sure the CredStick is still there (ya' never know, he may've EATEN it ferchrissakes!), smiles, & picks up his tankard.
Looking around the table at his compatriots & smiling like a loon, he burps hard enough to be nearly tectonic & raises the mug on high.
"I propose a toast! A toast to a job well done! May we have many, profitable, exciting ones in the future!"
((On that note, the Ominous Foreshadowing theme music should be hitting a creshendo like the National Phylharmonic going appoplectic...))
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