In a swift, precise, flash of movement, Judas has planted the tiny camera in the hidden location [*Note: this novel obviously cannot and does not condone illegal acts, but suffice it to say that it allows Judas to see from a high view, Fatteus at the computer and what he would do.*] - insurance for his 'evidence-destroying' premeditation…
Before reverting back to Jake, who staggers - grimacing and pale - to the door, where Fatteus is leaning heavily outside against the wall, aiming to cleanse himself of the scent…
*Fatteus breathes in deep breaths*Thank goodness, that oxygen was heaven-sent!!! Fatteus quickly pointed Jake to the restroom just down the hall, informing him that if anything was wrong, he should just give him a call…
The moment Jake entered the bathroom, Judas was back!!!, and the plan was going right on track.
Fascinatingly, although Jake was pale and had indigestion, Judas was perfectly fine, and had a healthy, assured complexion.
[A/N: This is actually a real physiological phenomenon for example in Disassociative-Identity-Disorder DID… 👀✨]
Even though Jake was meant to be sick, Judas knew he still had to be quick. Heading into an empty cubicle, he whipped out the tinned peas, corn and beans and 'fart spray' he had prepared, and engineered to give anyone who dared… come by, definitely one less reason to pry 🫢✨.
It was nighttime, and now Judas got Jake to have his phone ready, even as he told him to keep his hand steady.
*The number dials… the call connects on speaker*
"Fatteus… I-I don't think I'll be able to continue today…" Jake gasped as he continued the pre-arranged play, whilst pouring the mixed veggies, in a trickle, whole, slowly but surely, into the bowl… 💀✨
*Plop-plop-plop-plop-plop-plop-plop!!!!!!!*
*The scene cuts from Jake literally, 'spilling the beans', to Fatteus, who can *clearly hear everything*, with his face rather… green.*
Godd*mn… Fatteus inwardly swore. This Jake… wasn't reliable at all!!!
Not to mention that accursed *plopping* was a brutal copping, naturally bringing a certain… visceral Image to mind, of Jake doubled over, in a kind of bind…
"Jake. Everything good?" Fatteus said impatiently, annoyed that things weren't proceeding as they should.
"Yeah, no, I'm not feeling great, I think we may need to reschedule the date…"
After the call was done, now came the next part of the fun.
Jake had to be seen leaving the station, and so he did. But the moment he was out of sight… !!! Judas quickly hid, and then rid…
-Himself of Jake's current attire, and from his bag, he whipped out the promotional flyer…
As well as the standard uniform for a fast food delivery -Fatteus' favourite take-out… which he would shortly 'take-in'…
"Don't worry, Ly Ly… watch me win!!!"
*Jake mutters to himself, even as Judas readies himself for the upcoming act of stealth…*