Brave New World potential

[dontsalute]

-1-
[Detritus stands in front of a crowd of people, holding an official proclamation in one hand and a siege crossbow with a 3000 pound draw in the other. As he just pulled it back with one hand, people seem inclined to listen to him. They're having trouble paying TOO much attention, though, as they keep getting distracting by the little creaking noises his weapon makes under stress.]

Now listen here you lot! Dis here is a royal prok-low-mashun. Dat means I gots to read it and youse gots to listen up toot sweet.

[He peers owlishly at the first sentence.]

By or.....der of de...

hey, what's dis word here?

-2-
[After being threatened by a rather impressively angry tirade from a man with a sword, Detritus reached out and, with one hand, bent the sword into a pretzel and then pushed the man's head through a wall.]

Don't worry. Dey tol' me all about police brutality, so I choose a very fin wall.

-3-
[After getting used to Detritus being dumb as a sack of bricks, fate has thrown both of you into an abandoned, dark, and above all COLD cavern.]

My word...I do feel like I am properly cogitating for once. What an extraordinary experience.

Comments

[dontsalute]

Is dat what dis is? I thought dis was the new traffic law fing.

[can_not_fly]

I'm afraid it's not, sir Detritus. Perhaps there might have been a mixup at the Watch House?

Uh, Lady Palutena, what's a Riot Act?

Well, Pit, basically, it means that if all these people don't leave before mister Detritus finishes reading it, he's allowed to do any kind of violence he wants on them until they leave.

[That gets a very nervous murmur going around the crowd. A lot more glances are shot at the Piecemaker. There does suddenly seem to be a definite backing component to the random shifting of the mob]

[dontsalute]

[Detritus looks at the crowd, then, in a moment of rare insight, reaches up and puts the safety catch back on the Piecemaker.

Because dat's diplomatics.]