Seeing an awesome opportunity, Mr. Game & Watch took advantage and grabbed tightly onto the duck's exposed wrist. He then balled him up, or a close approximate to it, and sent him flying in an embarrassing arc!
Another question mark hovered over Game & Watch's head. Apparently, the black-hued creature expected more of an effort from the mopey mallard, but it seemed that he would go back from whence he came and drown his loss in whatever vice he may have.
With nothing else to do or consider, the tournament fighter went back into the warehouse to see how the thugs fared.
G&W tilted his head curiously, watching the thugs slowly rise to their feet. He hadn't taken much precautions to hide or defend himself in case of some sort of unwarranted retaliation, but at the very least, the creature wished to see if these men still posed ill intent.
Post by Hoots Rowlet on Feb 19, 2017 0:37:22 GMT -5
The thugs look around in confusion before looking at you.
"Man, I have got to stop smokin' this s***." One white member of the group says taking out a homemade cigarette lighting it, and taking a puff. "Hey little buddy, you want a hit?" He asked offering you his smoke.
"Man whatever we outta here." The others who are Asian or Hispanic say walking out of the building.