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• Can recognise most quotes from almost any movie/show on first listen; Can recite the entire 12 days of Christmas by memory
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Monday, February 16, 2004
Cream Filling & Nougat: Second Coating (Chapter IV)
"Whip, I gotta tell ya," Nougat said as he pulled into a stall of the visitor's parking lot, "I am getting seriously tired of driving around everywhere . . ." Cream chuckled quietly to himself again.
"Aw, come on old man . . . beats hitchhikin' doesn't it?"
"Yeah, but at least I can nap in the car while we hitchhike," Nougat said.
"Aww, you poor . . ."
"If you value your tongue you won't finish that sentence." Cream just smiled ear to ear - Nougat stuck out his tongue. They both got out of the car.
They came into the lobby and up to the front desk.
"Excuse me," Cream said to the woman behind the desk, "I was wondering if you could help us." The clerk replied,
"You two looking for a room?" Nougat perked up.
"Ahh, no no, that's not it . . ." Cream looked at his partner.
"Defensive little bastard, ain't ya?" he said, another grin slowly forming on his face.
"Get back to work!" Nougat ordered, swatting at Cream's head lightly.
"We're looking for a Mr. Kruid who checked in to this hotel a few days ago," Cream told the woman as he showed his badge. She didn't ask any questions and just pulled up names on the computer in front of her.
"Why yes, Mr. Kruid did check in a few days ago . . . in fact, they still have yet to check out today."
"What room?!" Nougat asked excitedly. Cream shot another look at his rather eccentric partner. "What? The sooner we bag this guy the sooner I can stop driving around."
"I thought you were bored, Noug'," Cream returned.
" . . . . . let's just get this guy, okay?"
The two of them were in the elevator, heading up to the third floor of the hotel.
"I'm still pretty stoked that the woman gave us a key to the room," Nougat said, "saves us the trouble for when things undoubtedly get complicated." Cream agreed as the elevator reached the floor. "Alright, let's go rock some ass . . ."
The two of them took positions on the side of the door.
"Mr. Kruid," Nougat said sternly, "it's the police, are you there?" Nougat put his ear to the door and listened; there was a great deal of movement along the floor.
"Hello?" a quiet, female voice responded from the other side of the door. Cream and Nougat looked at each other wide-eyed.
"Connie?" Nougat asked, "Connie is that you?"
"Yes, that's me," she responded. Nougat continued.
"Connie, open the door, your parents sent us to find you."
"Uhm," Connie said, stuttering over her words, "I . . . I don't think I can do that . . ." Cream pulled out the keycard they were given and slid it through the slot.
"Well, this is undoubtedly gonna get complicated," he said as he opened the door . . .
Connie was inside, looking no worse for wear. She did look especially startled, though.
"Well, seems your kidnapper's been a rather kind one," Nougat said.
"You okay?" Cream asked.
"Uhm, yeah . . . yes, I'm fine . . . but Basil could be back any second, and . . ." Nougat reassured her.
"Oh, don't you worry about him, we'll take care of . . ."
Nougat never had a chance to finish his sentence before a leather belt was looped over his head and cinched back hard. Cream hurt the grunt and looked over; the linen closet was wide open, and there was a surprisingly large man choking Nougat from behind. Nougat ran backwards and crushed the man against the far wall. Cream ran over to help give some slack in the belt, and pulled at the man's arms as hard as he could. His help was cut short by something heavy impacting against the back of his head. As he fell clutching his head, he felt a hard kick hit him under his chin before losing all effective consciousness.
Nougat looked in pure shock as Connie got back up, readying the short length of metal pipe in her hands.
"Miss, I'm severely disappointed in ya," Nougat said quietly before she swung the pipe at his stomach. Though he blocked most of it with one hand, the belt in turn had less blocking it, and the man pulled it tighter - within the next few moments, Nougat dropped to his knees and to his side . . . . .
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