Disposing of the evidence.

[Sly Cooper]

Damon had taken the ‘youckfest pie’ to the edge of the cornfield somewhere, so that way it would never need to be smelled again, and hopefully some critter stupid and crazy enough would eat it. Now he was just walking in the streets of Gatlin trying to get back to Rebekah, with Jacob right behind him. But now, like before, they were lost. And getting directions from Isaac didn’t go so well the first time. So they stopped. Looked around, and hoped to figure out where to go from there.

“How did you get there the first time?” Jacob pondered. After all Damon had gotten there lightening fast before.

“I thought I went that way—But now were back here—and I don’t know.”

[Bunny]

John Peters had in fact followed Jacob and Damon to the outskirts of the fields, hoping to ascertain whether or not they disposed of the pie properly. When they paused in their journey back, he rushed towards them. "Hey, pie-masters," he sneered, "you threw the yuckfest in the cornfield. That's the holy place of He Who Walks Behind the Rows! Why are you trying to kill us all?" Admittedly, if he had had such a problem with it he should have brought it up earlier. Or cleaned it up himself.

[Sly Cooper]

Jacob just gave John a look. Mostly annoyed, but a look nonetheless. He followed us all the way out there so that he could tell us AFTERWARD that it wasn't good enough.

But then Damon chirped, "Yes, but the pie will decompose and when that happens, it will make good fertilizer for the corn. So although it smells rather unpleasant, it is a good thing." He smiled happy with himself.

"Are you sure, because I don't want the wrath of He Who Walks Behind the Rows to come down upon us just because your wife can't cook." Jacob looked at Damon flatly.

"Yeah, but we've dumped dead things there and dead things smell putrid when you leave them to rot for too long."

"Good point."

[Runako Xanthias Bachur]

He had been standing idly by in an alley when he heard voices nearby. His curiosity got the better of him, so the teenager poked his head out around the corner. His eyes took in the scene of the street, with a few abandoned buildings along either side, and in the midst of the street near the cornfield was a trio of three handsome, teenage boys. Two out of those he recognized instantly, but the third was a perfect stranger to him. He frowned at first, hoping that they weren’t talking to him about his attic. But then he thought himself silly for not trusting his friends. They had a secret just as bad as his, so they wouldn’t really go spilling the beans. At least he hoped they wouldn’t. But he managed to catch some words, and so far it just sounded like they were talking about something dead in the cornfield.

However, he was looking closely at Damon. Something was telling him to try and steal that young man away from the trio long enough, but he couldn’t figure out why he was feeling like that. Unable to fight the urge, he exited from the alley and approached the boys. “Hey, guys,” he waved happily at his friends, and then nodded briefly at the stranger. He did offer a handshake for the stranger, for he was not the kind to be rude, and then briefly introduced himself. “Nako, dude.” He looked at Jacob and tilted his head, trying to look as innocent as possible. “I need to steal Damon away for a bit…” He said to Damon then, “Because I need to talk to you about something important.”

[Sly Cooper]

"Whoa, wait. I just manage to find him, and then get rid of the awful thing that his wife made to try and ask for apology, but then fails because it smells bad enough, that not even Isaac himself can stand it, and now you want to take him?” Jacob tapped his foot impatiently. But when you have to talk you have to talk—I guess. “Fine. Take him. See if I care.” He then was expecting a crude comment from John, because he seemed to be ‘chalked full of them’.

“Erm—sorry?” Damon looked at Nako with a raised eyebrow. “I have to go tell my wife about the failed pie attempt—although maybe I should lie and say it went well. But lieing is bad.” He stopped to think about it.

An evil grin took over Jacob’s face, “I will tell Rebekah for you.”

“Erm—okay—but I don’t think that’s—“ Damon was then being pushed along.

“Go on. I will tell her so you won’t have to.”

[Bunny]

John watched the newcomer, Nako, drag Damon away and snorted. "Okay man," he shrugged. "You guys do that."

He was happy that he had found someone willing to uphold the staunch laws of decorum. Nako had had the decency to excuse himself. Well, not in so many words, but he hadn't just stormed in, grabbed Damon and ran off, like he knew Jacob would have done. The Jacob who he was now stuck with.

"So, you're going to go tell Rebekah that she sucks as a cook?" he asked, trying to make polite conversation.

[Sly Cooper]

"Yeah I am. I'm going to tell her flat out that she suck," and the evil grin grew and grew till it couldn't grow any larger. "Why you want to help me get it through to her? You can tell her she needs to kill herself. you wanted her to know that didn't you?"

[Bunny]

John Peters scrunched up his face. "No! What sort of jerk do you think I am? You don't tell someone something like that to their face! I mean, sure," he shrugged, "I sometimes say things when I get all riled up, but I don't plan on saying them!" He went on, "Instead, maybe we should tell her in a respectful tone, 'Hey, you're not that wonderful of a cook. Maybe your time would be better spent pursuing other endeavemants." He had heard the word 'endeavor' once as a verb. It did not occur to him that the word 'endeavor' didn't change when it was used as a noun.

[Sly Cooper]

Jacob blinked, not even sure what he meant by 'endeavemants'. "Do you perhaps mean endeavor?" Then he pondered whether or not John even knew what the word meant even when it was used correctly. "Never mind. you're right. We should be respectful to Rebekah." Even though if I brought that foul pie back you would be saying different.

[Bunny]

John scowled at the correction. "I guess I do," he admitted with another shrug of his shoulders. "Thank you for correcting me. But I bet if I had corrected you, you would have taken great offense at it and held it against me for the rest of my life, right?" He leered at Jacob, confidant that he had captured the other boy in marked hypocrisy.

[Sly Cooper]

"Actually, I would like to be corrected so that i wouldn't continue to use the word wrong, and then embarrass myself more than I'd have to." Jacob shook his head. Jerk

[Bunny]

John snorted, and rolled his eyes. Yeah right. Jerk.

"Whatever," he dismissed the notion with a wave of his hand. "We should go find Rebekah then, and tell her that he pie-making was a disaster. Let's go." He paused. "Do you know where she is, exactly?"

[Sly Cooper]

"She was last seen at the girl's communal home. I bet she's still there-- if we can find it." No thanks to you.