The Slap Off Pt. 3

As the bids on the famous painting by Fabio Nosebush kept climbing, it quickly surpassed the amount of three hundred million dollars.

Then, a protective blanket was placed over the painting by Fabio Nosebush.

As Trinity, Scarlett, and Emily continued to wait, the next item was brought out.

A giant white bear that reminded Emily of her pet cat Electra, a cute tiger tabby cat. But Emily quickly grew angry that something else tried to have glorious white fur like her cat.

The auctioneer introduced the bear.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a prized stuffed Terminus Albino Bear. A completely one-of-a-kind mutated monster, with fur that feels like heaven itself."

The poor auctioneer had no way of knowing that his comments about the quality of the Terminus Albino Bear's fur enraged a powerful young seven-year-old girl who was obsessed with the heavenly peak of Fluff.

There can only be one heavenly Fluff. So Emily mysteriously acquired a hair buzzer that started making a quiet vibrating noise.

At this point, the bidding had already begun, so the bear was pushed into a nearby crate for transport.

But this crate had not been sealed yet. So again, Emily snuck into the battlefield to defend her little tiger's claim as the queen of all fluff in the world of Regalius.

This is a title that Emily would go on to defend for Electra for decades to come.

Then the sound of stealth buzzing came as Emily was strangely skilled at shaving this imposter bear.

While no one noticed the slightly shaking crate holding the Terminus Albino Bear, the auctioneer was ecstatic about the bids coming in for this item.

"Sir, that's fifty million dollars. Going once, going twice, sold to the extremely handsome man in the front row."

By now, Emily had already returned from her mission of fluffy justice, without a single white hair on her clothing, making one wonder what happened to the massive amount of fur.

Then the auction moved to its conclusion rather quickly as only a few items remained. Nothing caught Emily's attention, so she did not cause any more trouble.

This whole time, Trinity had been busy with Scarlett sitting on her lap, as they flirted with each other in their own little world.

Then a loud bam was heard as the auditorium doors were thrown open.

In walked a giant rotund man.

"My name is Fatty Mcgillitubby, the owner of this auction house. Who has the nerve to destroy my property, then had the audacity to demand that we pay one hundred million and one dollar as compensation."

As the man walked down the aisle of the auditorium, he was sweating from the sheer exertion of moving.

"Pant, pant, I'm OK, just give me a minute to get up there."

The attendant following Fatty Mcgillitubby pulled out a small portable chair for him to sit on.

Trinity had never seen a man who needed help like Fatty before, someone who needed to stop and rest after walking only fifty feet.

At this point, another attendant walked up to Fatty Mcgillitubby. They then rolled him into a wheelbarrow.

With two attendants lifting each handle of the wheelbarrow, these attendants were big burly men with too much chest hair. Even they were struggling to lift this woolly mammoth of a man.

As they wheeled Fatty the rest of the way.

Then these attendants pulled out a flat elevator from under the stage. They tried to use the elevator to lift Fatty up onto the stage.

But the magical motor broke halfway up, making everyone present here think there are just some things even magic can't do, like lifting Fatty Mcgillitubby from the ground.

So a few more attendants came out and used a hand crank to get the elevator moving with manual power.

When he arrived, Fatty looked at the throne-like chairs that Trinity, Scarlett, and Emily were sitting in.

"Make a note to get me a chair like that with wheels on it and a motor as well."

The attendant noted this down, but not without thinking that his boss was a complete idiot.

Looking at Trinity with lust-filled eyes, Fatty Mcgillitubby said.

"So you're the little harlot that wants me to pay you one hundred million and one dollars. The Day I pay this money is the day I go on a diet."

At this point, Fatty seems to have forgotten that he is currently sitting in a giant wheelbarrow on a stage, being watched by hundreds of rich and powerful women and many weak but extremely arrogant men.

Trinity simply smiled; the big fat fish had finally taken the bait. Time for tonight's face-slapping finale.

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