The first user begins! I will claim the first user after this!

The thread went too fast-- welp, I'll still claim the last user who posted nevertheless!

"Sir, you look someone scary!" Howard tossed a videogame CD to the guy who seems to be unamused by his appearance. "I-I'm sorry about that...!! But!!" For a second, he seems to be guilty by the fact that he literally threw a videogame disc to the eldritch on his front. "Let's have fun! I found this in the garbage pile, and let's see who wins first!" He flashed a smile filled with determination, he couldn't really read the eldritch's mood, sadly.

Shoe looked down at the sock puppet covering his hands. He was told he was supposed to threaten this Duck... hyooman robot? Did hyoomans have robot forms too like Rex? In any case, a stranger had walked up to Shoe and told him to threaten Duck with a pair of socks before mentioning that he'd get candy for doing so. And Shoe wasn't about to say no to candy. But how were you supposed to threaten someone with socks? 

'By making them scary, of course!' he thought, looking down at his sock puppets with a sense of pride and accomplishment. In reality, the sock puppets had the handiwork of a kid written all over them. The button eyes and paper teeth he'd glued to them were... quite off center, to say the least. It gave the puppets the look of melting faces, their body parts barely holding on with what was obviously far too much glitter glue smothered haphazardly over the face-ish area of the puppets. But, in Shoe's child eyes, the sock puppets were perfect, and would make great cronies for threatening duck robot hyoomans. 

"Raarrrgghh!" He shouted, jumping out of a nearby bush to stand in front of Duck. "I am the gwr... great an mighty Shoe! And these are my fwrends. And wr... r..." He paused, scrunching his face up as he focused on pronouncing the 'w' sound. "...we... we'wre gonna beat you up!" And then, with strength antithetical to his small size and young age, he zoomed forward to try and punch Duck in the face with one of his sock puppet hands. 

Because nothing was going to stand in between Shoe and his candy. 

Juno puffed out her chest. The little creature was infuriating, and as she reached to draw her whip, she found- a piano? 

Whatever, it would have to do.

She stooped down to grab a corner of the massive instrument, grunting as it fell on her foot. She limped, dragging the piano with her, panting.

Juno tilted the piano and watched in satisfaction as it dropped on the victim's cloak, a clever trap- but wasn't prepared for it to come swinging back.

SLAM!

The small blue creature went back to licking his beef.

Holding the object in his hand, Rocco tilted his head down to look at the man once more, brows knitted over half-lidded eyes. He had already been slouching, good posture just wasn't.his.thing.but squinting in a critical manner, he held the apple out, in a way the novatt knew was so he didn't have to stare down at this guy's face, "Heeey there, boss."

Lifting it a little more, and allowing himself the view of the bottom half of this guy's face, "Ever wondered what it would be like to get stuffed like a roast pig? Because I got a free evening, and I'm not sure about you, but to me...already smells like dinner." He wasn't lying, the guy smelt good, but now he wondering if the guy was supposed to run off or call his bluff. Why was Rocco here, doing this again?

(hope all that threatmantic was alright, homie :v)

Boha sighed internally as he looked... up... at the young alien in front of him. Though he wasn't quite sure since this species wasn't quite human, his target looked remarkably young. Not as young as Shoe, but still young, early adulthood at best. He really did dislike jobs like this, where his target was someone who hadn't gotten the chance to truly experience life yet. If his target had been any younger Boha would have refused the job outright. But as is times were kind of desperate, and he needed the money, to continue his search for that.... something, the something he sees in his dreams, just beyond the reach of his fingers, just past the extent of his memory. And it wasn't like he had to kill this... Rocco. His client had specifically asked for Rocco's capture. Apparently he was some sort of rare alien of a rare species. And his client was some kind of collector. 

Boha tried not to think about the implications of what he was doing and why his client would want Rocco captured instead of killed, and instead turned his attention to the broken sword in his hands. He'd brought something other than his usual sword of choice (which was far too lethal for a job like this), and, unfortunately, his replacement had been very poorly made, snapping in half when a missed blow hit the ground, giving his target a chance to begin to run off. He needed to block off his target's escape, and fast- and his eyes fell upon the perfect object to do so in the form of a sailboat, attached to the back of a nearby car, presumably for some excursion later. Lifting the boat easily with enhanced strength, he threw it, and it, along with the car it was attached to, crashed into the ground in front of Rocco, stopping the alien in his tracks. Hopefully the impact would be enough to deter future resistance. 

"There will be no escape for you today." Boha said, as he began walking towards his now cornered target, broken sword in hand. "...I'm sorry." 

(An intimidating jesture, but in the end, he would let the child go.)