[Metrice]

What was to be a simple exchange in hopes of achieving good rapport, happened to grow more intricate than previously expected. A Blacklight Demon was a being of its word, when promises were given they were achieved no matter the cost. A response was issued from a certain Kreyol chef, one that had recently found itself in a new state of being. A deal was a deal, and exigent circumstances weren't about to dissolve what had been written and sealed.

This transaction would find its conclusion, one way or another.

Now ain't 'dissa t'ing here somet'ing interestin'. It seemin' what was goin' to be a simple exchange 'dere growin' more complicated. Ain't 'dat just peachy?

Eeeeehehehe.

Guess I am needin' to be t'rowin' my hat in 'dissa here ring ain't I?