–-Sprunki-–

*Everyone freezes***Tunner's hand moves to his revolver* That's it! *draws gun and aims it at Simon* You wanna test me, yellow?

*fur stands on end* DO IT! *doesn't back down* SEE WHAT HAPPENS!

*Pinki screams* TUNNER NO!

*Tunner's ears droop slightly at the mention of his anger, his gaze hardening* Now hold on just a minute, partner. I may have a temper, but I always keep my firearm holstered 'less I'm aimin' at a target-or a varmint that needs puttin' down. *He sets his revolver on a nearby crate, flexing his fingers as if to shake off tension* Reckon I could stand to breathe a spell 'fore drawin'… but you best not be suggestin' I'm some trigger-happy cowboy. *He leans back against a wall, arms crossed* And what 'bout you, Simon? You yell louder 'n a coyote at a full moon when them synthesizers of yours hit the wrong note. *A smirk tugs at his lips* Least my bullets only fly when I pull the trigger.

*Black struggles to get up, but Rat pins him down again*

*slams black back down* stay down loser! *looks at gray* this is too easy

*Black grunts in frustration, unable to break free from Rat's grip*

*Black's voice cracks slightly* Fix it? *laughs bitterly* Tunner, you think I want to- *stops, jaw clenching* She was my friend once.

*Black's red eyes dim slightly* Before she chose the virus over me.

*Tunner's jaw sets firmly* I said enough, Black. This ain't you. *he keeps his voice low and steady* You know better than to hunt somethin' that's already been broken.

*Raddy scowls* You're creeping me out, freak!

*black tears stop flowing as she maintains her unblinking stare, remaining completely motionless*

*Raddy's tail twitches nervously* Look, I don't know what your deal is, but- *takes another step back* You know what? Forget it. I'm out.

Garnold and Clukr look at each other, then back at her.

*she doesn't notice them, staring at the tree*

Garnold: What is she doing here?

*Funbot beeps angrily* I AM NOT A TOASTER! *shoots sparks*

*Flips Funbot off* robot toaster, sane difference to me

*Funbot short-circuits* ERROR! ERROR! *sparks wildly* I WILL MELT YOUR FACE!

Simon: *He snatches the cookie, his previous fright completely forgotten.* Mmm! These are peanut butter, right? *He takes a huge bite, eyes sparkling.* Black: *He takes the cookie, his red eyes gleaming.* How very kind of you. *He doesn't take a bite, instead turning the cookie over in his gloved fingers.*

*ears perk up curiously* you should try it! *tail wags* it's really good!

Black: *He finally takes a delicate bite, chewing slowly.* Exquisite. *His red eyes gleam.* Tell me, darling, do you use your... considerable assets for intimidation as well?