Novel & Cerita Mugman X Cuphead

He lifted his hat from behind as his way of bidding farewell and he left me alone, puzzled and lost, while my hands were holding the mug he left me. Who was that? Before I came back to my senses—let alone to even say my thanks, the man was long gone. Now I looked at the wooden mug before me. It smelled of honeydew, an ingredient you couldn’t easily find around here. A rarity that only the affluent in this pack could afford. I drank its contents and was surprisingly satiated after finishing the last drop. It was the first time drinking such a luxury that it strangely calmed me right after. Perhaps, there were still good people who didn’t care that I was from the Hatiist Church.

“Uhm, I mean, you’re a Don, of course you have fifty million dollars sitting around your home, probably rotting away. “I’m not saying I’m not going to pay you back, I just need time. Besides, an overdue interest of twenty million is just absurd!” Diego chuckled softly. “Do you know what is actually absurd? The fact that I’m sitting here with you right now and listening to your bullshit.” “Come on, let’s all be reasonable here. We’re all business–” Before the man could complete his words, a ceramic cup flew straight at his forehead, breaking the skin instantly and leaving room for fresh blood as it began to spill from his head.

Cindy curled up in a club chair next to me while Kenton was left in a chair on the far side of the room. Godwin entered with a tray containing mugs that were brimming with the aromatic beverage. He’d left just enough room in them for a shot of brandy to be added. I watched as he dispersed the mugs. I noticed that he, once again, served me in that odd mug that was never used and not a part of the set. “Where did you find this mug?” I asked as I accepted it from him. “In the cupboard, why?” he asked, innocently.

She said as she set down the mug which for some reason had a rather distorted shape. "Sure, why not?, I mean the mere sight of it could attract and angel yeah?". He said sarcastically. "It's cute".,she defended it. "It looks like a hippo's derriere". He said bluntly. She scrunched up her nose feigning disgust. "I happen to be drinking from what you just called a hippo's derriere". He chuckled. His gaze softened as he stared at her, her usual warm smile curved her lush lips which were still red full from all the deep kisses, he smiled and sipped from his equally ugly mug.

“That’s what I needed. Thanks.” The overcaffeinated man let out a low whistle, his eyes fixated on the picture of me and X fighting. “Is that a Man in Black? Getting his ass kicked? They’re indestructible! I’d hate to meet the guy who could open up a can of whoopass on a Man in Black like that.”

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

The bars of the cage are wide enough to let money into the cage but thin enough to stop the strippers from coming out. I sat next to Mule who combed his afro incessantly. In our group, he was regarded as the most handsome. He possessed features that can only be bestowed upon one man by God himself: pink, slim lips, straight nose bridge, narrow nostrils, round large eyes, fleshy eye lids, bushy eye brows and trimmed lashes. "I think a lost puppy just walked in," Mule said and smiled wryly. We looked at him. He turned his head to the left and lifted up his long chin. “Look left and forward," he said.

The person in the hoodie, looks at Megan who was trying to make Axton smile, and smirks. "Through Megan"

By someone who might be here sharing a drink with me. "Take it easy on the poor cup, man," Wade's hand alights on my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glance down at the disfigured cup in my hand. I had no idea I've been squeezing. "Fuck." I throw the mangled cup down on the sand, beer dripping off my hands. Glenn offers me a paper towel. "Thanks." I accept it. "Just assume you're wiping the blood of your foes off your hands, bro. Don't worry, we'll back you up."

“Drink some warm water. I’ll take you for dinner.” Lana widened her eyes. When she saw the logo on the pink insulated mug, she was secretly shocked. Oh, my goodness! If she was not mistaken, the price of this mug ranged between a few dozen thousand dollars to more than $100,000. Everett was really impressive! “Ms. Sutton, your mug.” Zayn handed a mug of the same brand in another color to Lana and said, “Sorry for the long wait. Mr. Craig purposely asked us to prepare this for you.”