((The NC given to the employees of all these fine Hathian establishments.))

At your next visit to your place of work, you find a carefully packaged, wrapped in plastic wrap, smelling of burnt flesh and salt, a severed limb with a letter carved into it. It would be appreciated if you could proceed to let the police in on this situation, as it is part of a larger storyline that is taking place. Please see below the corresponding body parts and the letter that is carved into it:

Hathian Police Dept: Left foot: G
Poison Apple Tattoo Parlor: Right foot: E
The Gien Burger: Left shin: T
Berthier St. Bakery: Right shin: R
The Titty Twister: Left thigh: E
Goodies Diner: Right thigh: A
The Daily Grind: Pelvis: D
Rader Records: Torso: Y
The Master Bates Hotel: Chest: B
Lou’s Bar: Left breast: I
College Campus Admissions: Right breast: T
General Hospital: Left full arm: C
Grade School Playground: Right full arm: H
Rub and Tug: Neck: E
Found in the Subway Station: Head (missing a left ear, part of the scalp and a tooth): S

We appreciate your co-operation! <3

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((The story that took place to get there...))

[14:22] Gypsy Queller released a sigh as the smoke billowed from her chapped lips. Mismatched hues shifted up to Carpe sitting on the sofa and she grinned faintly. "I guess it's time te' kill eh' bitch..." she mumbled. It was something she was putting off until the perfect opportunity had arisen (word?), and now the plan was moving along accordingly and it was just time (not to mention we all forgot she was even in there pahahhaa). Standing to her feet with a grunt, she shoved her way through the door she didn't bother locking and pushed her sunglasses up onto the top of her head to stare down at the motionless woman on the floor of the cage. "Aye. Wake up." she slammed her fist against the cage, rattling it, the violent gesture releasing unbalanced with her mumble of words. She began to mumble the song in her head to herself, "Sh' turned te' me, tha's when she said it, looked me dead in th' face an' asked cash o' credit an' I ..... jizzed... in ... me pants..."

[14:29] Carpe Diem “Oh goodie haven't done that in awhile,” she giggled as she punched herself off the couch and follow Gypsy to the torture room. Her eyes would instantly fall to the girl in the cage, she had grown quite skinny; it was then that Carpe remember it was her job to feed the girl. “oops,” she chuckled somewhat under her breath. Her good arm would warp around her midsection as a violent mixture of laughs and snorts escaped her. “jizz in my pants,” she chuckled along as she began to do a half-hearted jig.

[14:30] SeraphimArdor Quintessa opens her eyes slowly, not sure if she heard a noise, tho it didn't matter because she always heard noises. Cheek against the floor, she tried to move, but couldn't - she had gotten used to the stench of other's dry blood. She had been here so long, seemed like years, but she wasn't sure - she was too weak to think of much, too weak to - ... Banging and clanging made her moan and look up at the woman who tortured her more than anyone had before by simply keeping her in fear and angst for weeks and weeks... her heart would start thumping faster than the little rabbit in bambi giving the necessary adrenaline for her to move her arms and sit up and back away to the furthest pat of the cage. It was time... her now dimmed blue eyes looked over at Carpe as she laughed... yea, it was time.

[14:34] Gypsy Queller held that bland stare, the words of the song leaving her lips as she moved lazily to her D-ring, pulling out her keys. Finding the right key, she brought it up to the dead lock on the cage and swung the door open. Without hesitation, she leaned down to grab the woman by the arm. She would have given it a tight squeeze, pulling her upward quickly with a jolt and would have continued to drag her toward the table. Another puff of smoke escaped her lips as she darted her gaze back to Carpe. "Aye" she nodded toward her, " help me lift 'er on th' table..." she comanded plainly behind her cigarette. She exhaled the smoke into the woman's face as she turned back to her and would have began lifting her onto the table.

[14:39] Carpe Diem “ok, done,” she giggled looking down to her sling. “ya know what, fuck this shit, I hate it,” (and I don't even emote it..) she sighed ripping the sling off before violently grabbing the woman's leg and helping to hoist her weight onto the table. Carpe should would have been hurting her under normal circumstances, but she was on pills...alot of pills; so she was pretty numb overall. “jesus, we need to remember to hose them down once and awhile when we keep em this long,” she scrunched her nose as she caught a wiff of 2 week old funk.

[14:40] SeraphimArdor Quintessa had never thought this would happen to her again. Be captured and at someone else's whim. She had worked so hard to stay away from everything she could associate with the man who her virginity was sold to. The man she had to kill, that had demented her mind just enough to make her hate and crave the normal things in life as well as the things he had inflicted on her. As she faced death she faced it as someone who hardly lived at all, and she could barely struggle as the reality of that jolted her weakened body as Gypsy's tight grasp yanked her from the cage and Carpe helped swing her body onto her soon to be death bed.

[14:45] Gypsy Queller was immune to the smell. Living with Oscar, she barely noticed things like this anymore, especially in a room like this. If someone was as fucked up to even have a room like this in their caravan, something like a 2 week old funk wouldn't bother them, persay. Once the woman was in place, Gypsy darted her mismatched hues down to the woman, a tilt of the head as she looked her over- much like she did with the blank canvases she would soon tattoo, taking one final glance of the beginnings, for it would never be the same after she was finished with it. The fantest of smirks curled on her chapped lips as she began to speak to Carpe, still staring down at her. "Carpe. We're goin' te' need me butcher's blade... alcohol swabs... an' an iron..." she mumbled behind her lit smoke. A rough digit on her left hand mindlessly extended to run down the flesh of the woman's bare torso. No. Never the same after this moment...

[14:49] Carpe Diem nodded to Gypsy as she turned on her heels and began to pull the items from the cabinet behind her. “the fuck are ya gonna do with an iron?” she narrowed her eyes at Gypsy in confusion as half of her mouth curled into a half smile. “never mind, I would rather be surprised,”she nodded, scrunching her brow before placing the items one the table one by one. “before fore I forget hun, how did you like my bar,” she chuckled lightly as she turned her gaze to the woman on the table.

[14:53] SeraphimArdor Quintessa's cornflower blue eyes looked up at Gypsy, scared with salty tears slipping from the corners. she couldn't even make noise as she cried knowing that -this was it-. Chapped lips parted, pieces of skin sticking and peeling as her parched throat rasped and begged for her life, "Ple-please don't" It was pitiful, she was utterly helpless at this point. Her eyes widened, the whites showing much more than any normal person - utter terror will do that to you- when Gypsy asked for the tools that would surely end her forever, Sera made a pathetic sounding cry that was animalistic as she tried to move away, "No, I don- don't want to... can't die" sera sobbed it out, her emotions finally bursting out of her now feeble form. The non-chalantness of Carpe's response scared sera even more and she tried harder to get up. They didn't care that they were going to snuff out her existence, it was like a past time to them

[15:04] Gypsy Queller appeared to not even be moved emotionally by the woman's pleas. If any at all, it brought the faintest of smirks to her lips. She loved it when they begged. Absolutely. "Louder..." she demanded calmly as mismatched hues seemed to glaze over. She watched as the objects were placed next to the woman on the table and she moved as if on auto-pilot to the straps, moving with the greatest of ease to attach them first around the girl's ankles, then her wrists, then finally her neck. She was going nowhere. A new song was in her head and she began to hum it gently to herself like a lullaby. " Show me how ye' do tha' trick, th' one tha' makes me scream she said, th' one tha' makes me laugh, she said...show me how ye' do it, an' I promise ye', I promise tha' I'll run away with ye'.... I'll run away with ye'..." She began to gently sway her hips to the beat only she could hear.

[15:09] Carpe Diem “no,” she yelled at the girl as she brought a closed fist downward in an effort to make contact to the girls fore head, “doooon't even try to run, I do not have the effort for that shit,” she shook her head with a sigh of relief as Gypsy tightened the straps around the woman. She shook her head a few times in en effort to focus at the task at hand. On pills or not Capre needed to pay attention; then again she always enjoyed THIS type of class. “Where to we begin,” she shot a grin to Gypsy as she brought her palms together in front of her chest and began to methodically tap her fingers together.

[15:15] SeraphimArdor Quintessa would sob as she tried to fight the hands strapping her down - she was trying so hard but her strength was completely sapped, Carpe fist coming down on her head ended her attempt to escape - if you could call it that. There were sounds of frustration and choking as she tried to lift her head, forcing her neck to come against the strap at her throat as if she could break free. There was truly no hope, Sera stopped moving giving up surrendering her life to them as if they weren't going to snatch it away anyways. The tone of Carpe's voice angered her, she still had her anger, but what could she do with it. they were going to cause her so much pain and her screams would only be a reward, so sera did the only thing she could do to fight back. She lift her head as much as she could and started slamming it against the table ... over and over, gritting her teeth as the pain exploded. She was strong enough to make it hurt....but other than the small wetness she would start to feel at the back of her head… Sera would still be conscious when they began.

[15:20] Gypsy Queller continued to hum to herself although she'd heard Carpe. Turning on her heel, the song continued as she pulled open one of the drawers and handed Carpe another butcher's blade. Her prized posession. And she was about to let her favored assistant take hold, use, and abuse. She handed the handle to Carpe with the smallest of smirks, her brow quirking upward. "Warm up th' iron, dove..." she said plainly, breaking her song just long enough for the words to escape those chapped lips. Had Carpe taken the blade, she'd reposition the one she was holding for herself, moving back to the table, carelessly flipping out her cell phone to send a mass text and shove it back in it's place. Back to business, she moved toward her feet, eyeing her left foot. Target made. Her brow quirked upward once more as she lifted her right, butcher-blade-clad fist in the air. Closing one eye more or less for effect, she suddenly, without any form of hesitation, flung the blade down against the woman's ankle right below the strap, enough power and force behind it to have cut it clean off. She would wait to hear the metal blade hit the metal table just before hearing the delay of screams. Yes. She'd wait patiently.
[15:30] Carpe Diem “sweet,” she mumbled eerily under her breath as she reached out to take the blade from Gypsy. She brought the blade close to her face and took a moment to examine the coolness of the metal as it reflected the dim light from above; well the parts that were not blood stained reflected the light. Carpe Would quickly swing down the blade, stopping only inches from the woman's wrist; just then it hit her that Capre had never chopped anyones anything off before; well unless you count slicing off that one giant's ear. But this was different that that. She turned her gaze to Gypsy to watch her swing away at the womans ankle. If the cut were successful he slight of the womans blood would cause her to chuckle softly before turning her gaze back to the woman; she would start with an ear since that is all she knew to this point. She would bing the blade ack before quickly swinging it down towards the Woman's ear in an effort to cut it off. But Carpe had bad aim, and she would not be surprised if she took off a chunk of the Woman's scalp with the blow.

[15:37] Sarah Shinobu steps into teh caravan unceremoniously, her face straight, she places her bag on the cabinet that runs the length of the room, then turns to see what's going down, arms folded, face receptive, but unemotional. Gypsy had her favorite cleaver out and was poised above a blond girl, that was celebration enough for her arrival.

[15:40] SeraphimArdor Quintessa stairs at the ceiling, her eyes scrunched closed and head now throbbing. She didn't want to see what they were going to do to her. Hearing them was hard enough, each second passing making her heart feel like it was going to explode. She hears the metal cut through the air, but doest identify it until the excruciating pain of her foot being severed off racks through her body, her spine bowing as a murderous scream echoes throughout the room, "GOD uhhh" will following as the pain doesn't stop, heart racing and head spinning, sera gasps for breath. her panic making the blood flow faster from ankle. As if Time wanted to torture her more the sound of flesh being sliced and bone cracking echoed in her mind over and over - right up until the sharp edge of Carpe's knife sliced into the side of her scalp, taking a thin layer of it and her dirty blonde hair along with her left ear. More screams would gurgle from sera as she choked on the saliva that was forming in her mouth. She would soon pass out for head wounds bled like a bitch... plus her fast heart was gushing blood out of her ankle... then of course the fact that this all hurt like a fucking bitch

[15:42] Gypsy Queller grinned slowly, eerily as she felt the blade shoot though the woman's flesh, her bone, and out the other side of her flesh until it hit against the table. Then the screams. Beautiful. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head to take in the sounds. A beautiful melody to the fucked up ears she grew herself. Her eyes shifted to the door as Sarah made her way in and her grin only grew from there, nodding down to the iron on the end of the table. "Be eh' doll an' plug this in for me, eh?" she asked her, her own form of welcome to the assistant. She shifted her gaze back to the dismembered woman on the table, staring down, removed (no pun intended), at the fresh wound she'd just created. Without hesitation, she moved to aim the blade in the air for the screaming woman's right ankle. "Louder..." she commanded once more, bland as if there was no salt in her words.

[15:46] Sarah Shinobu nodded to her boss's command, she would take the iron and plug it in, resting it on the table at the corner to let it heat up, she sets it to teh highest setting. She sighed as she looke dover teh girl, she was young. She thought to ehrself and wondered how she would play a role in their lives besides another one to add to the bodycount... She would look up to Carpe and smile a bit to show she still ahd her head in teh game.

[15:50] SeraphimArdor Quintessa coughed an blood splattered onto her chin, she had bit her tongue, she hadnt even felt it but the well of blood flooded her mouthand the metallic taste flooded her senses. Sera knew Gypsy and her freaks were enjoying every minute of this and she wouldnt scream for them on command. They's have to continue cutting her up til she passed out which would be soon judging from her pale color and wooziness, "Bitch" she sputtered "go ta hell" It was a hoarse and not clearly audible curse, but they'd hear it nonetheless. Sera briefly look up at the aimed bade and shut her eyes. She'd soon be unable to feel it all anyways.

[15:52] Gypsy Queller brought the blade down once more, harshly against the woman's right ankle, once again, cutting the foot clean off. "Let's see the bitch try to run, now!" Orly suddenly cackled into Gypsy's head. She smirked at Orly's own witful joke and glanced back over her shoulder to Sarah. "Tha' iron warm 'nough yet?" she asked in a mumble, reaching down to grab the first severed limb, the left foot, and toss it carelessly over toward Sarah to catch. "Singe th' bloody end, Sarah. There's more comin' so make it quick." She'd wait to toss the next until she was done, turning back to the slowly dismembered body to move without hesitation to the next section. Aiming the butcher's blade to her left knee, she sent it shooting downward for another clean cut through to the table underneath.

[15:56] Sarah Shinobu would gasp and juggle to cath the foot, sticking her tongue out as she turns to place it on the sideboard. She would take the hot iron and use it tocauterize the severed end and suddenly wished she had brought her face mask with her ans the smell of cooking , then burning flesh filled the room.

[16:03] SeraphimArdor Quintessa's breathing got a bit slower and her face more pale again and she prayed as the blade bit through flesh, blood and bone. God had never answered her prayers, but maybe now he would and let her pass out. Next ankle was gone and Sera let out another shout this one weak and pitchy, forced from a raw throat. She heard no words, but as the next swing removed yet another part of her body sera would drift to unconsciousness. Hopefully she wouldn't regain it - hopefully god would just let her slip away finally in peace... and her body in pieces.

[16:05] Gypsy Queller No amount of stinky Oscar or 2 week-old funk could outweigh the stench of burning flesh that suddenly filled the room. But there was no time to think of such things. She moved methodically to toss the right foot toward Sarah as the left shin was just as easily removed from the woman's body in a bloody mess. This was beautiful chaos... what Gypsy lived for. Even the stench brought her a small form of comfort, but like a dog that licked itself in the crotch on a regular basis. There was no real reason for it, was there? Habitual. She continued on like clockwork, to aim the butcher's blade against the woman's right knee, closing a single eye more for effect and habit than to take aim. Things were running smoothly now. She sent the blade downward harshly.

[16:13] Carpe Diem watching Gypsy work for a moment, she decided to go about this a different way, even though slicing off the womans ear was fun. Carpe Slowly reached back with her blade before violently swinging it forward, the blade was aimed at the womans shoulder. The first swing came to a sudden halt as the sharp blade hit bone; she had not swung hard enough and the failed blow stunned her hand as the blade came to a sudden stop in the thick bone. “fuck,” she mumbled as she shook her hand as bit from the pain before reaching forward and retrieving the cleaver from the womans shoulder. She would swing harder this time, but it would take three full swings Before Capre was all the way though the woman's shoulder; completely severing her arm before setting it on the counter behind her for Sarah to brand. “fuck that is harder than it looks,” she giggled to Gypsy as she prepared to make a swipe at the girls other arm.

[16:15] Sarah Shinobu would juggle the other foot as it was tossed to her as well, then set it down and do the same. She allowed her mind to wander back to teh scene she ahd jus tshared with Ashima before responding to the text message, how different the world was she had left than this one. She smelled that flesh burning smell again and sighed deeply, trying to keep ehr lunch down. The arm added to her duty and she furrowed her brow suddenly curious as to why they were taking their time on this one and saving each piece.. she would notice that the cord for the iron was only so long, so she would move the feet down the way as she worked on the arm, making some sort of a macabre buffet lineup of cauterized limbs.

[16:20] Gypsy Queller tossed the left shin to Sarah before moving like clockwork to sever the woman's right shin, then on to the thighs. Remove. Toss. Remove. Toss. Now onto the pelvis. This one was tricky. She wouldn't get it in one single thrust of the blade. Instead, she started at the far end and moved through it like a slice of pizza... or cheese... just below the bellybutton. Toss. The eerie low hum of the song in her head continued to drift through the air like a nightmare.

[16:23] Carpe Diem finally fished slicing her way though the second shoulder before placing it on the counter with the rest of the limbs; Sarah had a lot of work to do. She turned her Gaze to Gypsy who was already to the womans midsection by this point. “Jesus woman, you work quick,” she giggled as she took a step back. She would let Gypsy finish chopping this one up; Carpes shoulder was hurting her too bad to try for another limb. Damn that giant on the street. Damn him.

[16:25] Sarah Shinobu would continue in her dark work as she was supplied with fresh pieces. now that the were deeper into the body there were more surfaces to couterize, and she would keep going, biting her lip gently in concentration. She heard a tune running through her own head, but it was by far more light, a gentle song. she would look over to Carpe and smile again, then get righ tback to work on the next piece, lining them up down the wall.

[16:28] Gypsy Queller snorted out a laugh at Carpe's comment but continued none the less. On to the woman's left breast. She hacked and sawed away at it skillfully like slicing ham from the pig's cooked thigh. Onto the other. These were carefully placed onto the counter for Sarah. Not tossed. She didn't want to lose the juices and have the natural watersack to fall out. Another thrust down of the blade onto the woman's neck at the base. Another where it met the head. And that, ladies and dogs, was how the Irish Butcher successfully dismantled her prey. She used her left forearm to wipe the sweat that had began to bead on her brow as she turned to glance at Sarah. "...How's it comin'?" she asked in a mumble, moving slowly to approach her, looking over her shouder at her own skillful work she was producing.

[16:33] Carpe Diem carefully slid onto the counter as she turned to Sarah and shot her a quick smirk; she was doing her best to ignore the pungent smell of burning flesh. “Oh Gypsy, that dill hole whose eye you ate wants a fucking rematch...fucker attacked me last night,” she called to Gypsy, hoping she would hear her, even though she was working.

[16:33] Sarah Shinobu would gently shrug as she worked, almost finished with most of the torso pieces. She would look ove rto her adn motion towards the breasts, "Want me to do those quick before i do the rest? her hands would keep moving as she would wait for a responce from her lovely boss. the pieces were coming along nicely, cauterized on all open edges so that they would stay mostly whole.

[16:35] SeraphimArdor Quintessa felt nothing. not even her life slipping away. flashes of her short life flashed like an old film. They weren't happy. Not until it went back in time and she was young girl with her father still around. She had forgotten what real happiness was, what her real laugh sounded like, but as she in her mind embraced her father she felt it again. Little did Sera's now weakened mind realize that it was cold arms of death that she was embracing as Gypsy methodically chopped away at the pieces of her that kept her alive. Her body not even cold, yet was now bereft of the flighty soul that had always been Sera. Taken literally piece by piece in sacrifice for the twisted goals of Gypsy and her assistants. It was her body that would warn the city of a new kind of force that was rising.

[16:39] Gypsy Queller only shifted her gaze to Carpe for a simple moment, a scoff leaving her breath as she shook her head. "Wha' about 'leave th' unde'ground at th' unde'ground' does th' lil' shitesmear no' unde'stand?" she laughed out, glancing back to Sarah. She wasn't worried. Especially not right now with all this excitement happening around her. Sure. She'd give him his "rematch". Mismatched hues shifted to gaze in awe at the woman now in literal pieces, aligned delicately along the countertop infront of her. She gracefully ran her tongue along her chapped lips, sliding her butcher's blade finally onto the counter. She grabbed her hunter's blade from the drawer at her torso and moved to the end of the line, starting with the first foot she had severed, pressing the blade to the dying flesh until a clear letter "G" was arranged. Onto the next foot. "E".... She continued on in the silence, typing out a methodical message on each piece of dismembered flesh with a single nod to Sarah. "Aye. Make sure they's are still lookin' big an' pretty..." she snorted out the smallest of laughs to herself as Orly chuckled low between her ears.

[16:43] Carpe Diem “he gave me his stun gun though,” she giggled, seemingly unaffected with the fucked up shit that was taking place in front of her. She turned her gaze to Gypsy as she pulled out a blade and began to carve letters into the body parts of what was Sera. “What are ya writing?” she asked when she noticed Gypsy was not carving 'the Irish butcher' into the body parts.

[16:44] Sarah Shinobu would nod and take one globe of flesh, setting down the iron long enough to work it into a ball, closing the opened end as skillfully as a abker would close a globe of dough before leaving it to rise under a floured teatowel. instead of pinching it shut and resting it, she would reach into her many pleated skirt and grab a pin form the rough hem and pin it shut while using the iron on the once-responsive flesh, closing it. she would remove the pin and urn it over, holding it in her hand momentarily to critique it before doing the same ot the other, letting them rest on the sideboard in pert spendor before finishing her work on teh final bits of the body.

[16:48] Gypsy Queller ran her tongue along her bottom lip as she continued to carve the letters into the body, hearing Carpe, but not answering. She was in the zone. Like an artist at work. This was a scary place to bother Gypsy. She had caught up to Sarah's final singes and offered a final glance down to the body parts. She took a step back to narrow her gaze and move her head to follow the letters a she read it off in her head. G-e-t R-e-a-d-y B-i-t-c-h-e-s. Finally moving to the severed ear that Carpe had removed, she leaned down low onto the counter and with precision, she slowly, carefully, skillfully, in small font, began to carve "The Irish Butcher." This one would be the hardest to find in her elaborate plan... It was beautiful...

[16:53] Carpe Diem “Get ready bitches,” she read aloud as Gypsy finished carving into the limbs. “I like it,” she chuckled as she carefully slid herself off of the counter and began to rummage though the cabinets looking for a bag to collect the limbs into. She would find an old, blood soaked sack towards the back of one cabinet and pull it out, holding it open for Gypsy so she could place the limbs inside.

[16:58] Sarah Shinobu turns off the iron and leans back, sweat building on ehr brow, she wipes it with her forarm, then looks it over, "Oh... THAT's what this is about..." she laughs lightly. "You sure know how to make an entrance, girl."

[17:00] Gypsy Queller offered a grin of completion at her work as she finished and finally moved to the woman's severed head, shoving her fingers down to force her mouth open. One hand held it open as the other pulled open the drawer below and she pulled out her pliers, bringing them instantly to the woman's tooth. It was no longer the woman's. It was Gypsy's... She clamped the pliers around it and wrinkled her nose as she heard the crunching sound escape from the lifeless head. Dead or not, the noise still made her cringe. The tooth fell delicately into the pikey's pocket before she glanced at Carpe and shook her head. "No. Plastic wrap it first, dove. In th' kitchen..." She nodded her head back toward the door. These pieces needed to be preserved as much as possible. She glanced back to Sarah and grinned brightly. "Well... I'd say it's 'bout time th' people o' Hathian started te' tremble, don't ye' think?" she mumbled behind the remains of her cigarette. She nodded back to Carpe. “An’ th’ salt.”

[17:04] Carpe Diem nodded to gypsy as she set the bag on the counter and made her way to the kitchen. It would not take her long to find the plastic wrap and she would return holding it high with a grin. “got it,” she would giggle as she placed the box on the counter. Before she would go to work packaging the girl she removed a small vial from her belt and walked over to the torture table. She would gently gather a small amount of Sera's pooled blood before carefully capping the vial and placing it in her belt. She would then turn on her heels and return to the counter to begin to wrap the girls libs as if they were presents and she had salt too.

[17:10] Gypsy Queller watched Carpe get to work pouring the salt and wrapping the individual pieces of flesh before turning her gaze back to the full room, taking a glance at the larger picture. Her face suddenly expressed a look of disgust. It was, of course, in mockery of it all. "I'm takin' eh' shower. Clean this shite up..." she barked and snorted out a laugh, turning on her booted heel to head out of the room and into the other side of the trailer to the bathroom. Oscar slipped into the torture room behind Gypsy leaving and began to sniff around, eventually jumping up on the table with his front two paws to begin licking the blood off of the table. Yes. This is what Oscar was good for. He'd help clean.