Thread:Aartistboy714/@comment-30953185-20171123003339/@comment-31541999-20171208005452

(How come?)

(Then cut to Wretched heading over to Tetherby’s mansion, knocking on the door. Tetherby opens his door, and comes out to see Wretched.)

Tetherby: (to Wretched; narcissistically) Ah, hello there, Loud. Nice jacket, you have. Have you finally come to your senses and got a limo?

Wretched: (rancorous) No, you snobby idiot, but what I do have is- (grabs a bucket of mustard from behind his back) -Mustard!

Tetherby: (shocked and confused) Wha-

SPLAT!

(Wretched dumps the mustard on Tetherby, and pushes him off the stairs where he lands into his trash can.)

Wretched: (wiping his hands; smirking) How’s that for second-class? (starts walking away laughing.)