Joe trod as carefully and surreptitiously as he could down the stairs. As he made it to the 3rd stair the sour sausage did its work. *Pffft Phssh* a raucous and foul smelling fart made its way past his cheeks. He knew at this point he was caught. So he figured it best to just go up the stairs.
"Hello." he mumbled as he walked past the two that were talking in the hall outside of his apartment.
"Hello." The other two men murmured back.
As far as weirdos go they looked pretty normal the one Joe assumed was Scholar White Tide was about middle 30s brown hair cut short. He had black square framed glasses and a white short sleeve button up with black slacks. He was very nondescript and gave off the aura of a middle school teacher.
Young Three was a tall young man with a unibrow. He had piercing grey eyes and short cropped sandy blonde hair. He wore a green tracksuit and white trainers. There was a definite bulge in his front coat pocket that instantly said beer bottle.
"Excuse me but I'd like to ask you a question." said the older man to Joe.
"Okay ask away?"
"What's the meaning of life?"
"That one's easy f*ck b*tches get money. Holla holla for a dolla." Joe responded with a stupid grin on his face. The last thing he remembered seeing was the younger man's fist speeding toward his face before he hit the ground.
"Why did you hit him Young Three?"
"The answer he gave us means he has to be our target right?"
"The fact that he saw us in the first place means he is highly suspect. I'd hate to bring the wrong person back to the sect what we have in store for the son of Thomlin is going to be pure hell."
"Well he's out like a light now I don't care if he's the right one or not I'm taking him back to be my potato slave."
"We can't use that word anymore Young Three it is offensive. They are now referred to as outer court apprentice disciples assistants. It's a new era and such macroaggressions will not be tolerated by me."
"Slaves is easier to say and I'm going to make this one wear a dress hehehe"
"Those are robes not dresses and no one wears them except at the most formal of occasions."
"I'm naming this one my personal disciple and he's gonna wear a pink dress and a light blue hat."
"You aren't able to accept disciples Young Three you are still only a 2 star cultivator yourself."
"I run the farm outside the walls let me have this one to dig up the potatoes. I'll send you a demonic ham if you'll look the other way while I play with my new toy."
"Hard work builds character and this one was clearly lacking character with the answer he gave me. I will need that ham soon."