Starclan Bucks

Moneyface turned on the speakers that were hearable only to staff in the hallways. "Thi' is Moneyface tah Smokeferce. Please report to tha main office. We haf a large puddle ahf blood and some... orgens? Ye, bring bout' twenty mahps. There's a lot ahf blood."

"Nice to meet you, Mister person. This is a stickup." It was old Sunpawfart-mcgee, the oldest child to ever walk the 7 dark-forest seas. She wore edgy eyeliner and had straightened her dyed hair. A country-band cover of Welcome To The Black parade where the G-note is 9 seconds long played in the background. "Gimme every single coffee, latte, triple-venti-mochachochalattesupremeextreme12-shot-caffine-dab of carmel on the straw-one whip-two whip-red whip-blue whip darned drink that has ever been sent back because the name has been spelled wrong. I'll also take a disappointing bagel that's burnt on one side and just barely toasted on the other. And if you keep me waiting, i'll force you to sing "Breaking Free" with me. And if you don't sing Gabriella's part perfectly i'll have to diddly darn steal all your money and you don't want that."