Mugman X Cuphead Novels & Stories

since she thought that laying a hand on Megan was okay she shouldn't have a problem when my men lay hands on her. The three bastards I found when I rescued Megan are already dead. I put a bullet on each of their heads. That was such an easy death. They deserved to be tortured, every finger nail on their body removed and bones crashed. Since I did not get to play with them I guess this one will compensate for that. The man is tied on the chair, his head lowered and blood dripping to the floor. It seems like Hugo and the boys did a number on him. Corking my gun, I walk to him and pull the trigger shooting him on his left leg.

There were ten mugs placed on the table, five for the hybrid and five for Elex. “ Alright, it's done you shall begin,” the bartender said and backed away. Elex chuckled and began to gulp down one by one. The hybrid stared at his drinks and exhaled, he picked two mugs at the same time and poured all the beer into his mouth. Elex who was on his third drink stared at him with his mouth wide open, he wasn't the only one surprised by the hybrid's actions, everyone watching had dumbfounded looks on their faces. The hybrid had already finished his drinks and watched Elex who was still struggling to even take a sip from his fourth drink, the mug slipped from his hands and his head fell to the table.

Abigail smiled despite herself. The men drinking on the tables had their eyes fixed on him and were tossing a coin into the plate before him. Shouts and happy cries also rouse as the Bird Man added more balls. “What are you doing here, kid?” Abigail lifted her eyes to the feature of the man that towered before her. He was a stoic fellow, and his belly projected out like a pregnant woman. In his hands was a cup that was three times her head. There was no hair on his head, but his face was lined with a beard that extended down to his upper chest.

The first figure was Maggie, her scarily thin face twisted into an evil smile, her eyes filled with a dark look, vengeance. In her hands, she held a heavy hammer, its head stained with rust, or worse. Beside her was Scar, who looked scarily thin, with a jagged scar across his face, he held a metal club in one hand and an electric twirler in the other. “Hello,” Maggie said, her voice filled with hatred, her smile looked disturbing as she stepped closer. “Fancy meeting you here.”