"Oh my, you are a big fellow aren't you." remarked the tailor.
"Yeah." grunted Rolo.
"This one is going to be some extra work. I hope you understand that I will have to raise my fee." said the tailor rather meekly.
"Fine, do whatever you need to do. I just want all of them in uniform by this weekend." demanded Charles.
"As you wish young master." said the tailor before giving a slight respectful bow. He was then escorted out of the room by one of Charles' many butlers. An awkward and strained silence was left in his wake.
Rolo could hardly remember the last time he was in for a fitting. There was that one time though that he wished to forget. Though in truth, that other fitting was nowhere near as humiliating as this one. On the bosses orders he was to report to Lancaster Manor that very afternoon after school. It was a very frosty reunion for he and Chet to say the least. Barely a word was spoken between the two. During school that day they actively avoided each other. Whenever they had no choice but to be in the same space they coldly ignored one another. And on it went. But at the end of the day, he couldn't bear to go against Chet and the Salt Bay Turbos. Not when they needed him the most. And so with great reluctance he continued to follow Chets orders. Rolo just wished that one of his friends was there with him. Chet did tell him that he was to report with only a handful of other nondescript Turbos members. Nevertheless, as tough as Rolo was, he couldn't help but feel uneasy at such a strange request.
Charles organised for Chet, Rolo, Switch, and Divo to report in on separate days. He knew that those four were the closest of friends. He also knew that they had the most sway over the group. And so Charles thought it most wise to split them up whilst slowly bringing them all into his less than humble abode. Though Charles had them all in his iron grip, he didn't quite trust them just yet. It takes time to break an animal after all. Especially animals such as these.
They all stood in the middle of the grand foyer of Lancaster Manor. The marble floor upon which they stood was polished to perfection. The intricate yet simple geometric patterns upon the floor bespoke both luxury and taste. The walls themselves were crafted from a a combination of oak and mahogany. Various portraits and landscape paintings hung upon the walls. Two large stair cases ran along the opposite walls of the foyer to joint the upper walkway above. Some rather fetching marble statues and large vases stood in the corners of the cavernous room. When one spoke, ones voice echoed off of the walls. There were three large double doors in the middle of each wall. The led to areas the Turbos were forbidden to go. And so they conducted all their business in the grand foyer.
"You, lardo." said Charles as he approached Rolo.
"Yes...... sir?" said Rolo in an obviously strained way.
Charles grinned smugly to himself before speaking further. He loved every second of this. "You look disgusting. Lose some weight you fat tub of shit. I can't have a land whale like you as a servant. So humiliating." he stated rather coldly.
Rolo had never wanted to hit someone harder than he did just then. Truly it was the most self-control he had ever exercised over himself. The look on Rolos face betrayed the extreme amounts of anger, sadness, and humiliation that he felt. He was so angry that his face burned and slight tears welled up in his eyes. His breathing quickened to a point where he began to feel light headed. His breathing was very loud and forced. The handful of other Salt Bay Turbos with him felt uneasy upon noticing his strain. Of course none of this escaped Charles' notice. Charles himself could barely hold back a bout of evil laughter.
"You know what? You won't be a servant after all. I have a special task for you. Report back here tomorrow afternoon. Is that understood?" Charles asked with levity.
"Yes sir." Rolo replied through gritted teeth.
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