When Galvin McCauley slowly came to, he saw a big face staring down at him.
Dile chuckled.
"You're awake?!"
Calvin seemed to remember something and tried to spring up and attack. Then he realized he was trussed up tight like a pig. Fuck! Isn't this the Spirit-Binding Rope we use to tie up freshmen? How did it end up on me?
That was right. Calvin was the leader of the men in black, and a second-year student at Miskatonic University's Inner Academy.
Looking at the grinning Dile, then at his teammates lying around him, all trussed up like dead pigs, Calvin remembered everything. Their upperclassman Cultist Squad had received orders from Professor Jimmy to arrest Dile and the others. Then, as they approached their targets' location, they had suddenly, "accidentally," burst a pouch filled with cow urine, triggering a chain of explosions.
The explosions had splattered filth all over them. Then those crazed cows in heat had chased them across almost half the map. After that, they had jumped into Giant Crocodile Lake one after another and fought a bunch of crocodiles barehanded, only for these sneaky bastards to start electrocuting the "fish."
And then they had ended up like this.
Fuck! This is so fucking humiliating! We came to catch them, and our prey caught us instead!
But Calvin, ever the consummate actor, sneered.
"Heh heh heh! You little shit, you have no idea who you're messing with! Do you know who I am?!"
Dile gave him a pitying look, then patted Calvin's head and said,
"Poor thing. A mentally challenged little kid who doesn't even know who he is. Be good, okay? Listen to Uncle, and I'll buy you some candy later."
Calvin's veins bulged. *The fucker insulted me and pulled rank on me in the same sentence!