ROR06
NUMBER: ROR06
PRIORITY: DINER
DATE: 25-10-17
CUSTOMER & ORDER: FLORIDA, COFFEE BLACK
SERVER: MANAGER
What a proper circus that was. Guild of Clowns and Dummies? Seriously? Havin' a giraffe with that one, Robbie? Also—why does that lil' sailor doll want to live in some sort of medieval ren-faire land? Weird on all accounts. Anyway, Florida strutted in, wavin’ that Scepter ‘round like he owned the place—and for a bubble ‘n squeak or so, I suppose he did. Can't Adam or Eve how he cracked the last Complexity first. Then again, in ‘indsight, it was probably the easiest one out of the bunch. My golden dove even said it was the same final Complexity as the last nickel and dime she played for—well, it was the same method to solve it anyhow.
Florida is no dummy, despite the, well, obvious. He knew that the bloomin’ Scepter wouldn't stick around, so he made a hair-brained plan to extend his power. Now, being the pragmatic bloke I am, I knew Florida's plan was more cracked that a porcelain doll. Clock this, he messed up by puttin’ ANY sorta pixie dust into us, into my golden dove, no less. Give ‘er the power to fly around Ottawa and you think she'll just roll over and scavenge around the pits for you? You're a right radio rental. Nah, Payroll cashed in her favor with Lucy—this time for real—and we… well, we blew that little doll up.
Boom.
Proper fireworks. Poor lil' Florida's dreams of ‘alf-princehood went up in smoke. It was quite the bleedin’ website to behold, truth be told. Anyway, soon after, the Scepter vanished, and everythin’ hammer and tacked to business as usual. Here's the kicker, though—Florida, as expected, betrayed the Dark the second he got his felts on the tiniest drop of power. He made Umbra into a full-on jester. Well… he also made me into a jester. But, I think one of us is better at looking the other way, choice? Florida's out. He's gotta be. So… despite the bedlam of it all, I think we actually came out ahead on this one?