Dimensional Descent

"Shut up."

Manson steadied herself. Despite the fact she was bare foot, one would have thought with the way she was stumbling around that she was wearing the highest of heels. One could only imagine how hard the liquor she was drinking had to be to put a Fifth Dimensional expert like herself in such a state.

The three men who followed to Manson's back looked at each other and shook their heads. Clearly, Manson had been called up during her leisure time, but when was it ever not her leisure time?

Their special team was basically on call at all hours of the day and were a trump card unit of the Milky Way Guild.

Adrian. A short man that hardly came up to Manson's shoulders. As though his genes didn't give him enough of a terrible set of cards, he was also balding at his crown and couldn't seem to afford a wig that didn't flap with his every moment.

His codename was Shadow Rat.

Ru. An average looking man with two pistols strapped to his waist. One would have thought that he had come right out of an 80's era cowboys' movie. Everything from his boots to his hat fit the bill, even his twin guns had a retro feel to them as they sat in their holsters.

His codename was Double Shot.

Son. He was the tallest of them all, even towering above Manson who was second. He had deep bags under his eyes that made it look like he hadn't shut them for some sleep in his entire lifetime. The discoloration was so jarring that it even appeared that he had suffered two blows to the face.

His codename was

a feat of unoriginality, Manson chose the codename Drunken Feet for herself, not that she ever cared to use it. Everyone seemed to know her real name despite the fact the code was supposed to have been there to

suddenly felt to the floor. The glass shattered and the brownish gold liquid

suddenly dropped to the

glided forward on all fours, her bare feet eventually skidding through

right now didn't perturb them in the slightest. Instead, they leaned back and enjoyed the view of

think it's gotten bigger?" Shadow Rat asked, pulling his wig down out

you fat. Manson's always getting fat in all the right places." Double Shot

Shadow Rat pointed

sure have a lot to say for a

man's value is beyond his looks!"

when you finally get

stood between them, feeling their loud voices jar his eardrums and even their spittle bounce across his cheeks, he didn't move a single inch nor say a single word.

they were arguing, he was just enjoying the nice view,

there… Almost

suddenly came to an abrupt halt. Her nose, which had been

and the miners. In fact, if one replayed the video and overlaid it with Manson's

seemed to be taking several mental pictures and storing them

of pink had been revealed. Clearly these two arguing bastards

soft nipples, that's rare indeed. Usually they're hard by the time she enters her battle state.

was the man who