OOC: Like I said, the first thing he said was gibberish, and there was nothing left ot be able to translate from after IHMN was done with it.

Dezil had finished tinkering with his translater, and said, "Hmm, better now I hope. Oh, and Mr whatever your name is." Dezil walked up and pulled a strange pistol looking thing out and said, "Go ahead, make my day, punk."

Thumpman found himself pinned to the ground by the mysterous man. Dang, he's good...but I sill got a few tricks up my sleeve...

"Dude, have you ever gotten into a fight with a breakdancer? I heard it's kinda tricky, if you ask me..." he said from his perilous position.

With that, he broke his arms free and planted them on the ground. He pushed, lifting him in a handstand. With that, he flipped backward in front of his friends, ready for a fight.

"Well, you're lucky... this time."

Johnny returned the staff to his side and took his place next to Jill. "You're a street performer? What kind of stuff do you usually do?"

peter got out and looked around to make sure the area was clear after waiting about 5 minutes of hearing nothing in the dumpster and then fishes his instrument cases out to he can see how much damage was done to them "I better get to the hanger and see if anybody there saw who was on my suburban." he said to himself as he looked into the cases seeing the accordian was damaged but useable and the stand up bass damaged beyond repair.

[OOC:] Okay...let's resume now.

Director: Take Two! ACTION!!!

"What a horrible group you people are. First you agree to an alliance, then you accuse me of saying bad things to the lady who agreed to them, then you tackle me." He spoke for once in a normal voice.

Jill looked over at Johnny, who had asked her about her performing. "I dance on the street to make some money." She tapped her foot a few times, making tapping sounds with each time her foot touched the ground, "Tap-dancing, that is." She said, then glanced over at the newcomer, "What did I agree to exactly anyway?" She asked, not quite sure she wanted to know the answer.

(OOC: yes, she wears her tap shoes almost all the time, and they a magical tap shoes that never get the metal scratched by daning on pavement! (I hate it when that happens...)

"Alliance? All I know is that you put a fat dent in the top of my car and trespassed on my property. What's going on?" Thumpman asked.

"Hey, my translater is almost never wrong! And it's not like I tackled you, that would be our fearless leader there. As my apology, my names Dezil, have you thought up a name for yourself yet?"

Dezil said, "Well, uhh..." The Dezil filled in Blyr about the events up until he tackled the nameless man.

Johnny nodded. No wonder she moved the way she did.

"I see. While it is rather unusual, giving public tap-dancing performances... I suppose I'm not much better myself, doing freelance drumming."