<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">@ Allie - Story of my life, it seems... XD<br/><br/>More story stuff below!</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">"Okay. I don't like people often. It's not my job to like people. It's my job to beat the hell out of any punk who wants to come into this joint and cause trouble. I don't get paid to smile. I don't get paid to frown. I get paid to beat ass.<br/><br/>Today, i actually got to do a bit of work for a change. New guy in town. Big fella, white fur. Got more than one tail, if you can believe that. Crazy-looking asshole, that is what he is. Gotta admit, he's got a pretty face and the kinda eyes that look right into your soul, but that don't mean shit around here. Money and power is what matters. Anyway, this guy figured he wanted to come into my little tavern and cause a ruckus. I welcomed it.<br/><br/>Got this little group of folks runnin' around town, Breddick's boys, everyone of them. Breddick himself is a jackass - thinks he owns the town and everyone in it. Likes to take a little slice of everyone's pie, so to speak. Well, he's not got a cut off my pie yet, and i don't intend to let him. Anyway, here comes Breddick's boys into my employers place of business. Can't handle that. I ain't on good terms with them anyway. Anyway, they come in actin' all big and tough, and I get ready to step in and show them just how much of a bunch of pups they are...when here comes whitey. Fox fella just flat out tells them how things are going to be, spouting all this stuff about 'Hey, you ain't going to do this any more' and a bunch of other rubbish. Well, they don't like that, see?<br/><br/>So's, they get to fightin'. Now, I was tempted to step in, but I didn't - just let him handle himself. Given the numbers, he actually did pretty well. Course, making a long story short, he downed three of them before the others beat his ass silly. They were about to send him down the hatch when I decided to step in and kick a bit of ass. Needless to say, I had plenty of nice meals that day. So, fox fella. I pick him up and take him back to my place - hell, anyone who fights like that can't be all bad. Sides, made my job easier. I was tempted to just eat him, but I figured anyone with that much fight in him would just give me an upset stomach.<br/><br/>He finally woke up, made some smary comment about breakfast in bed. I punch him until he keeled back over. A few hours later, he woke back up, and made another smartass comment about knucklesandwiches not bein' his choice of bed-food. I punched him again.<br/><br/>Well, third time he woke up, he was practically laughing, all bloodied up and whatnot. Said "I need to put a little more tenderizer on that knuckle sandwich if I expect him to eat it."....I couldn't help it. Stupid bastard. I laughed. First time I'd really laughed in a long, long time. Smarmy jackass managed to draw a chuckle out of me - he wasn't all bad, after all. Well, this time I *DON'T* punch him.<br/><br/>Anyway, he takes a couple of days to rest up. Talkin' all this rubbish about him doin' the town a favor, gettin' rid of these Breddick bastards. I told him he was full of it. Too many. He just gave me this stupid grin, and I fully expected him to get his ass kicked again - likely eaten, this time. Oh well, not my problem, I think. So, couple of days out and about, he finally comes back in one day - HUGE stomach, right? I said "Who in the hell did you eat?!" He said "Told you I was going to fix things around here." Idiot had just eaten Breddick's right-hand man, and that crazy dragon dame he kept around. All hell was about to break loose.<br/><br/>Anyway, he keeps this up for three weeks, right? Day after day - full stomach. It's a wonder he didn't weight a thousand pounds, greedy bastard. Kept hidin' out at my place, picking folks off one and two at a time. He was a sneaky sort, I give him that - pretty good in a full-out brawl, too. Well, so he does this for three weeks - catchin' people with their guard down. Finally, breddick gets a bit scared, and just ups and leaves. Skips town with his bunch, rather than track down the fox and kill him.<br/><br/>Persistant bastard did it. Got his ass kicked plenty, but he did it. Course, when he started bragging about it to me, I kicked his ass out of my place and said I never wanted to see him again.<br/><br/>Who'd I see the next day? White fox just kinda strolled into my place of business, said he'd like a knuckle sandwich. I laughed. Smarmy jackass. "<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">-Tale told by Yorik Vuilino, Bouncer of the <span style="font-style: italic">'Flagship'</span>.</span></div></div></div>