Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-5949826-20140524223324/@comment-24750690-20140822032750

Lettuce' eyes scan cautiously for 1hs444. He has a mission - the kind that requires the utmost stealth, strategy and skill to pull of sucessfully. So after he pulled three of his four-ish limbs out of the trash can he'd accidentally stepped in as he stalked his target, after he accidentally knocked over a display case of obviously reflectant sunglasses he was using to keep tabs on his prey, and after straight up asked his target for change to ride the bus, remarking on his bright fur and metal boots, Lettuce knew for a fact he'd been as inconspicuous as possible.

Slowly he crawls down the bus, with the most extreme care a mortal being can call to attention. 1hs, or Fox, as some called him, has spies everywhere. Anyone of the disgusting old women stroking their disgusting old cats glaring at him with disgusted, old glances could secretely be a ninja assassin sent to jeopordize his mission. One of them even had a convenient button on a lanyard that probably phoned 1hs directly. Ha, thinks Lettuce, a little too convenient.

His target suspected nothing, he was even preoccupied by staring mystified at some point directly behind Lettuce. As his furry face twisted into sheer confusion, Lettuce was sure he was utterly invisible to his target's gaze. The man even nudged the reptillian next to him to get him to examine the spot. They were both distracted. It was the perfect time to strike.

"A" He whispers, now that he's within ear shot of his target.

His fuzzy contact replied exactly by the book, a perfect feigning of confusion and utter bewilderment. He even said the super secret mission code: "What the f*** is wrong with you?"

Lettuce simply smiled knowingly and replied, "Affirmtative." Before returning to his seat.

The Reptile nudged Lettuce target, "What was that all about, Fox?"

"I have no clue, Raptor. I think Lettuce just wants me to know that he'll lose the INB4 game again."