Fun Times

[if_she_hollers]

Mimi is walking down the street, two knives in hand, her face smeared with blood, and a few fingers of her left hand nearly severed.  She is singing about bridges falling down.  Her progression into madness was fairly swift, beginning from hallucinations of her sister and culminating with an attack on Matt Engarde in the belief that killing him

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[weaponsparked]

... Sorry for what?

[if_she_hollers]

N-Nothing. If you didn't see . . . then nothing.

[weaponsparked]

Are you... Is everything all right?

[if_she_hollers]

. . . Um. Sort of. I'm not sure yet. I think I just like, have to deal.

[weaponsparked]

Mimi... Look, if... ther's anything Jolt or I can do...

[if_she_hollers]

Do you think.

Um. I'm sorry for asking. Do you think you could . . . stay over at my house for the night? I would feel . . . safer.

[weaponsparked]

I suppose so... Jolt could stay with Flora...

[if_she_hollers]

If it's too much of an inconvenience . . . Either one of you, just . . .

Well, no. I should be fine. I've got Van . . .

[weaponsparked]

No, it's not. You're our friend. Why would it be an inconvenience?

Just sit tight, I'll come.

[if_she_hollers]

. . . Thanks. I'll . . . I'll let you know what happened when you come over.

[weaponsparked]

All right... It won't be long, I--[He can't quite keep the pride out of his voice]--Jolt built a car.

[if_she_hollers]

R-Really?! That's wonderful. You'll have to show me.

[Even through her melancholy, the sheer thought of a new car to admire buoys her spirits.]

[weaponsparked]

I will. I promise you.

[And it's a damned nice car too. Like a Batmobile]

[if_she_hollers]

. . . Thank you.

[It'd better be. It was practically built by two talking cars.]

[weaponsparked]

It's not a problem.

[And he'll just be driving over now!]

Would you like to continue or just skip it?

[if_she_hollers]

[She waits at the front door, a pocketknife discreetly held in her uninjured hand. Just in case.]