The Dark Mean Underbelly of the Streets of Fandom, Just Past Sunset, Saturday
"I don't know, little buddy," Sam frowned as he drew his gun. "This town looks pleasant enough, but when the sun goes down, the seedy underbelly comes out to cause mayhem."
"Oooh! I like seedy underbellies," Max said. "Poppy seeds?"
"Occasionally watermelons," Sam said. "You get past that husk, and there are seeds everywhere."
"I don't think it matters what kind of underbellies they are," Max mused. "So long as they're ours."
"Want to fine some unsuspecting citizens?" Sam asked.
"Don't I always?"
(OOC: Co-written with maxnotsam, natch. Sam and Max would like to arrest you on completely trumped-up charges, or fine you for horrendous ones they just made up. Don't worry, they never really manage to arrest people, generally because the citizens go "No, I'm not under arrest. This is stupid." Who wants to be crazied at?)
"Oooh! I like seedy underbellies," Max said. "Poppy seeds?"
"Occasionally watermelons," Sam said. "You get past that husk, and there are seeds everywhere."
"I don't think it matters what kind of underbellies they are," Max mused. "So long as they're ours."
"Want to fine some unsuspecting citizens?" Sam asked.
"Don't I always?"
(OOC: Co-written with maxnotsam, natch. Sam and Max would like to arrest you on completely trumped-up charges, or fine you for horrendous ones they just made up. Don't worry, they never really manage to arrest people, generally because the citizens go "No, I'm not under arrest. This is stupid." Who wants to be crazied at?)