Luckily, it was a short walk to the Dining Room from the Ballroom that they were all gathered in, because Demonica, erm, Coach Crimson, was definitely letting it be known that she was NOT a happy camper.
Crimson: This is so stupid, I mean, c'mon, like we're going to find
anyhing in a room that none of us have been in.
Peacock: Actually, if one was to hide anything incriminating, the
logical place would be to hide it in a place where nobody had been.
Peach: Oi, now, I'm with tha bird on this one...whot say we just
sneak off and 'ead ovah to me room where we can tie one on, at least it would
be a bettah use of our time than searchin' a room where nothin' 'appened.
Peacock:
Well, we're here already, so we might as well
give it a look.
So
Law, erm, Mrs. Peacock, opens the door and motions for them to enter, but Hank,
erm, Princess Peach, balks.
Peach: This is a bleedin' waste of time, toss this, I'm goin'-
Crimson: What the hell are you afraid of there, Hank-Princess-Hooligan? Hell, you could have killed him in a drunken
stupor and probably wouldn't even have known where you hid the weapon!
That
line of thought piqued Mrs. Peacock's interest. Seeing this, Princess Peach relents.
Peach: Fine, ya wankahs, let's go in and take a look.
Walking
into the Dining Room, they were impressed at the spread...well at least Hank
was, but he shouldn't have been, since he's a princess and all.
Enough of
that outta you!
Fine.
Looking
around the room, it was plain to see that Mr. Boddy was planning on pulling out
all the stops. The table was set for a
full five course dining experience!
Crimson: Well this would have been a nice change from the normal
fare, fine dining with all the bells and whistles...too bad the drunk limey
over here had to go and kill the host, thanks Hank!
Peach: Listen, ya 'ot Topic kinder-goth, I've not even got enough
of a buzz on to slur me words, let alone go and kill the bloke 'oo got me away from
me everyday routine...besides, didn't yew up and say straight out that yew were
gonna kill 'im for givin' ya that oh-so-appropriate codename?
Peacock: He does raise a valid point.
Crimson: Look, I'm cramping too bad to do anything of the sort, plus,
for all we know, you could be slurring, the way you murder the English
language, you could easily murder another man!
Law
Martin, aka Mrs. Peacock, gives a look to Hank that says, "Well....?"
Peach: Oh, don't look at me like that, ya tossah, or I'll-
Crimson: You'll kill him?
Peach: Don't put words inta me mouth, ya watah-retainin' sow-
Peacock: Or you'll kill her?
Peach: Oh, that's it!
And
Hank swings a right hand at Law that connects with his jaw, staggering him a
bit.
Crimson: I knew it!
Hank
turns to Demonica and begins to say something, but it got cut off when Law
grabbed him by the shoulder and swung him around to hit Hank in the jaw with a
right hand of his own...it has now become a full-fledged Dining Room Brawl!
Crimson: Men! OW! Cramp!
I'm just going to go sit down....
So
Demonica goes over to one of the chairs and sits down while Hank and Law
exchange furious right hands. She has a
moment of foresight, though, and grabs a dinner plate, keeping it at the ready
in case the fight gets too close, ready to bust it over the head of whoever got
to close..especially if that guy was Hank.
Hank
was starting to get the better of the punch exchange so Law changes tact,
driving a knee into Hank's midsection, doubleing him over. Law grabs ahold of the back of Hank's head,
driving it onto the top of the table between two place settings. There was an audible crack heard, although
whether it was Hank's skull or the tabletop that cracked could be debated.
Law
turned to face Demonica as he was doing the dusting off motion with his hands.
Peacock: Well, now that that's finished, shall we-
Crimson: LOOK OUT!
Law
turned just in time to see Hank charge him...in time to see it, but not in time
to do anything about it. Hank grabs
ahold of Law around the waist and drives him towards the wall, near the
corner. Law, in a desperate attempt to
stop from being driven into the wall, grabs at anything nearby, but even though
his hands caught on some things, his hands never found purchase. It was inevitable that he was going to go
into the wall, but suddenly, they were gone...
Crimson: What the hell? Where
did they go? Is that a hole in the wall
over there....?