008 - [Video]

Jun 19, 2009 22:36

[The communicator goes spinning across the floor as the feed clicks on. Then that horrible, dragging breath of one of the ghosts can be heard. There's a sudden clattering, a hiss, and -]

Get away, you skinny freak! Get away!

[The feed stares up at the ceiling while the sound of flesh repeatedly hitting something hard and heavy can be heard. Mrs Lovett gives strangled whimpers of pain. Suddenly, there's a very sudden crash, and the heavy thud of two bodies falling to the floor. The feed continues to go on over dragging, near-sobs of breath.]

Skinny... bastard.

ghost: attack, ghost: in general, thank god for small mercies

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