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He looked discouraged for nothing more than a half second before his usual optimism took over. "Oh, then what activities do you do?" Come to think of it, he never really asked the zombie what his hobbies were. He was always trying to bring him in on his own good adventures, but maybe Chapuza was too preoccupied? With other activities for justice?? 

"You're right, that was insensitive of me... We should build them a community home too!" ((gdi rodolfo....))

”Listen here Pantera! I don’t care what chu waste chur time on but don’t involve me in ANY of it!” 

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"Ah, it sure is good to be back in Miracle City! I'm sure Manny has been doing a good job of keeping the streets safe in my absence!"

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((Sometime I feel like he's a door to door salesman or something. "Have you accepted goodness into your heart? Righteousness is the path to happiness! Do you have the time to talk about heroism and how it can help you?" ))

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White Pantera was a tad uneasy. He didn't like being lied to, but without any real reason, he had no need to use the bronze boots of truth. Perhaps, if Chapuza really didn't lie that often, though... "Maybe you would like to become good! There are lots of benefits to helping!"

Mouth because lying is wrong! ((oh hey it's me dropping by))

((oh man I missed you))

Mouth: How often do you lie?

”Chu’d be surprised with how honest I am buuut I did lie a lot. Still lie a lot. I don’t care.”

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Manny gasps, putting his hand to his chest. Dad had been embarrassing, yeah, but not embarrassing enough for him to be put away—! “But, dad!” he whines. “You didn’t do anything wrong! Maybe I could get grandpapi to break you out or something…”

"No! I cannot escape my punishment!" It would be unacceptable to escape prison. He was a hero! A-

A-

a former hero.

The words weighed heavily on his mind. And just where di these nw laws come from anyway?

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".. Uh, dad? You gonna be okay?"

Rodolfo looked down at his son, too many words running through his mind. He hadn’t been himself last night; it was an unexpected spell by the anonymous creatures that had changed him, but he still needed to take responsibility for his actions. For the shame he brought to the family name…! He wanted to tell Manny not to seek revenge, but it seemed misplaced in what was supposed to be a good-bye.

"It seems, there are new laws that Officer Weirdkev must enforce," he started, trying to put off the part when he mentioned prison, "And you know that I love you very much, mijo." At least a prison cell would be a good place to stew in his shame? "But I have to go to jail now. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I know you’ll take care of the city while I’m gone, right?" Okay, now his eyes were watering for sure. His voice had already given away that he was trying to choke back the tears.

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weirdkev27:

I told Suarez I wanted to join so I could bug the Riveras and he made me an honorary Police Officer for it.

Well, that did sound a bit like the Police Chief... "Can I... say good bye to my family first?" No, he would not cry! He was a Rivera! A hero Rivera...! who was being arrested for crime....

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White Pantera! You're under arrest for Evil Partying, Drinking with Underage, (poor) impersonation of a Pimp, unlicensed ass-making, and doorknob-licking(the foulest of all crimes)!

"UNDER ARREST?! BUT I’VE NEVER BEEN ARRE-" Wait a minute he didn’t remember doing three of those… but the two that he did do were still evil!  "I- I-" he gasped for words, his voice rising almost to sobbing tone, "But I am a hero…!"

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White Pantera woke up the next morning to a crystal clear memory of everything. Everything he did while under the influence of the anon. All of it. The evil partying, the evil drinking, the evil staying out late!

"I AM UNCLEAN!" he shouted -- it was closer to a scream -- and ran home to groom himself for hours. Perhaps, once he was back to his normal self, no one would remember what happened...?

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"Yesh!" he shouted, his eyes drooping a bit more, "To th' ness-" it died off there, his body going limp. White Pantera had passed out. Whoops.

Silver Wolf eyed him a bit weirdly, before shrugging it off. “You okay?” He tried to steady him a bit. “Come on… I can take you to another party,” he suggested, trying to pull him away. He didn’t want him to die of alcohol poisoning.

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((hello porn blog, i see you like my style.))

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"Excellent!" he said rather loudly, paying no attention to her confusion, and then took her hands into his own. "It will be a spicy salsa, senorita!" And then he started to lead her into the dance.

"Maria, my groovy goddess of dance! Would you do me the honors of partying with /me?/" Ugh, there was that dumb grin again; it wasn't smooth in the slightest.

Maria blinked several times with a confused expression in her face.”um…………….yes……………I……………….I think……………”she whispered still having a confused-shocked expression.

((Go home Rodolfo…You’re drunk))

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Pantera had no control over the mysterious music, but it did change as Chip commanded. White Pantera was pulled down his level, bent over awkwardly and doing his best to stay on his feet, so it was rather easy for Chip to lead. As long as he didn’t ming the gaudy sombrero leaning on his head. This was… a strange turn of events. He knew how to do the tango, but was pretty poor at following. “You can do the dance of love?” he asked, still following and not quite believing it. Such a compact vessel of hate shouldn’t have been able to dance so well…?

"Yo! What is cracking and lacking, my son? Do you want to get down and jiggy with it?"

”I AM NOT YOUR SON!AND THAT SOUNDS REALLY GROSS SO NO.”

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((omfg I'm purposely avoiding Maria! He would throw himself at every giant monster and dangerous villain if he embarrassed himself in front of her!!))

((all right, i think i messaged everyone. heh heh heh heh…..))

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The continued struggling only made Pantera swing him around more. "You can't dance like a fish! You have feel the music!" This boy was so tiny and cranky; what a party pooper.

"Yo! What is cracking and lacking, my son? Do you want to get down and jiggy with it?"

”I AM NOT YOUR SON!AND THAT SOUNDS REALLY GROSS SO NO.”

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"There are no party police! Just groove to the music, dog boy!" This Chipotle wasn't a very good dancer either, though. "Do you need some cool 'duds like mine to help you dance, too?" He did happen to have spare golden body suit from his youth that would be the perfect size...!

"Yo! What is cracking and lacking, my son? Do you want to get down and jiggy with it?"

”I AM NOT YOUR SON!AND THAT SOUNDS REALLY GROSS SO NO.”

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And he succeeded. White Pantera got plastered into the nearest wall, an outline of his body, tacky sombrero and all, left in the bricks. "Smooth... move!" he choked out through the pain of most likely broken bones and rubble in his teeth.

"Greetings G. C! I am seeking a bodacious pad where there is plenty of party. Might you be down with it?"

Badacious pad? What?”Pantera are chu drunk already?”