User:SlenderXP/The Grey Area

Prologue
Overflowing with euphoria and pure ecstasy, the guests danced to the EDM music played out by the DJ. Thanks to the excellent audio system, the bass dropped harder than all of the bombs in the Great Snowzerland War.

DJ: “PUT YOUR FLIPPERS UP! PUT YOUR FLIPPERS UP!”

From the balcony of the house, a male penguin was observing the party with satisfaction. He was clearly happy with his ability to host such an awesome party. In order to further increase the hype, he decided to take a microphone and a wad of banknotes from his shirt pocket.

Host: “HELLO LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! ARE YOU ALL HAVING A GOOD TIME?”

The crowd replied back to their generous host in perfect unison

Crowd: “YES!!!”

Host: “WANNA HAVE SOMETHING GREAT?”

Crowd: “YES!!!”

The host unbundled the wad of banknotes and threw them all at the guests. As expected, they got even more excited and started grabbing the banknoges.

Host: “YEAH! COME GET SOME!”

Grabbing a bottle of sparkling Cream Soda and uncorking it, he proceeded to spray its contents at the crowd, which led to more excitement from the guests. Just as he was about to pour the remaining content into a glass, another penguin ran up to him from the house.

Penguin: “Sir, he is still keeping his beak shut.”

Mumbling some emalfs in Portuguese, the host gulped the entire beverage down before he walked back into the modern villa with his underling. They entered an elevator, which took them to the second floor of the villa’s basement. Upon exiting, there was a hallway in front of them. A row of jail cells laid on each side of the hallway. They waddled to one of the cells, where a penguin had his flippers chained up against the ceiling. As he laid hanging, several of the host’s underlings were beating them up with truncheons. Most of them were dressed in what appeared to be a mixture of military and police uniforms, indicating their occupations as officers of the military police.

MP officer 1: “ADMIT IT, YOU IDIOTA! ADMIT THAT YOU’VE STOLEN THE DOOM WEED!”

Having insulted him in Portuguese for the Nth time, he spat at the victim. By now, his entire body was covered in bruises. He could barely speak by now. It was then that they sensed their boss looking at them. The underlings saluted to him, who dismissed them with a wave of his flipper.

Host: “Look, all you have to do is to tell us where you hid that cargo of Doom Weed. I promise that I won’t have you shot if you cooperate with us. Let’s make this a win-win situation, shall we?”

Thief: “Al-alright...I hid i-it underneath my pet p-puffle’s pla...playyhouse...”

Host: “Thank you.”

The host then signalled for one of his men to give him a machete. Another three of the uniformed officers grabbed the thief to prevent him from struggling.

Thief: “W-wait! You said that you won’t shoot me!”

Host: “Does it look like I can shoot you with a machete? What are you, an actual idiot?”

The host and his underlings revelled themselves in mock laughter before he took a swing with his bladed weapon, which also doubled as a useful tool for planters.

''WHOP! PLOP!''