<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/jwfoGfb.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Chester B. Floyd</del>Mr. Flint<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Steam Punk's headquarters<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"No, wait! Wait!" The sound of hysterical laughter echoed through the abandoned engine factory as a group of thugs huddled around a small fire. "So then, this guy...this fuckin' guy..." Chuckling between words, a tall and rather stocky man wipes a tear from his eye as he continues to tell a story. "He's like, "Oh, you killed my wife, now I'm gonna kill you!" And he comes at me with a fuckin' butter knife!" The other five who were huddled around listening burst out into laughter once more. "Then what'd ya do to him Meat?!" One of the thugs questioned, still in tears from the laughing. Meat, the name of the incredibly large man, smiled as he looked over towards the much smaller and weaker looking thug. "Oh ho! I swear, this was the best part. So, I let him come at me and, right before he's about to land a h-"<br/><br/><strong>"What's going on here?"</strong>A sudden voice spoke out from the darkness.<strong>"Story time?"</strong>As the voice got louder, so did the footsteps that signaled the approaching of someone. As the figure moved closer to the fire, the light slowly illuminated the man. "Aww, Flint. I was just getting to the good part too." Meat spoke out, frowning as he watched him approach with his hands in his pockets. Sucking in air through his teeth, Flint eyed each and everyone of the Steam Punks before looking back at Meat.<strong>"Do any of you even remember what I told you?"</strong>The sight of each of the Punks looking at each other while some shrugged in confusion was enough to make Flint rub his temples in frustration.<strong>"I'll take that as a 'no'? No-one remembers? No-one at all?"</strong><br/><br/>Letting out an aggravated sigh, Flint shook his head and approached the group, taking one of his fists out of his coat. Walking up to Meat, he gave the bulky man a hard jab into his gut, causing the big guy to fly back a couple of feet and onto the cold concrete floor.<strong>"In case you have forgotten, which that appears to be the case..."</strong>Flint yelled, un-pocketing his other hand as he looked around the group, sucking air through his teeth once more as he stared wide eyed at each of them.<strong>"...you all need to be working! Got it!? I've said before that I don't care what you do on your own time, but this is my time damnit!"</strong>Slamming his fist into the wall to accentuate how angry he was.<strong>"I'm not paying you all to just stand around and tell ghost stories! This is my time! Do you all understand me!?"</strong>Giving the group one last stare down as spit ran down his chin, Flint watched as they all shook their heads, mostly in fear.<br/><br/><strong>"Good."</strong>Flint said, letting his breathing return to normal before he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped up his saliva. Tossing the handkerchief aside, he turned his back towards the Steam Punks as he began walking back to his office.<strong>"Now get back to work.</strong>" He said as the some of the other members helped Meat up to his feet. Stopping for just a second, he looked back over his shoulder.<strong>"Oh, and if I see <em>any</em> of you slackin' again, you're <em>all</em> dead."</strong>Flint turned to face forward once again.<strong>"So do a good job out there you guys!"</strong>He shouted back, laughing to himself as he disappeared into the darkness of the factory.<br/>