Hard at work
in a chat window, today:
me: break time! back in 10.
Sent at 11:01 AM on Friday
me: back
Sent at 11:25 AM on Friday
Andrew: to back.
me: alone against the darkness
Andrew: that's us - the Old Firm.
me: looks bad this time. there's a lot of them...
Andrew: Lucky I brought Velma then. You're never outnumbered with a heavy reliable dexax needler pistol.
me: ...
.always nice working with a professional.
Andrew: My card.
me: thank you. and mine.
Andrew: Too kind.
me: I was planning to fight this side with my trusty shotgun
go with what you know, I always think.
Sent at 11:40 AM on Friday
me: perhaps the chainsaw if matters get... personal.
Sent at 11:41 AM on Friday
Andrew: "Mr Chompy?" You still have that thing? I though The Judge made you leave it in your toolshed.
me: ahh, well...
seemed reasonable to put it in the boot tonight. considering the invitation...
and I didn't want to distress His Honour with pesky details
Andrew: Yep. Damn alien demon vampire ghosts. Why are we talking to them this time, rather than just skipping to the application of excessive force?
me: honestly?
Andrew: Honestly.
me: I'm a little worried they won't notice the chainsaw, when it comes to it.
Andrew: Paint it dayglo. Or put running lights on it.
me: well, that. but mightn't I need a silver chain or some such thing?
Andrew: Rubbed in garlic and full of cold germs. Yep.
me: there's the problem
Andrew: There's always a problem, so nu?
me: once London's Finest got through 'reconditioning' him, I haven't had time to re-anoint the old feller
Andrew: www.fearless-thing-hunters-shack.com.
They deliver overnight. Or overday, anyway. They're busy at night.
me: plus, the new vicar didn't seem to understand when I brought him up to the holy water font
Andrew: The jerry can prolly put him off, right?
me: fearlessthinghuntersshack.com, is it? with dashes?
Andrew: It keeps changing.
me: let me just... write.. that... on the card. there.
I'll have a look. assuming we make it through.
Andrew: Oh. Yes. Problem at hand. Right.
me: Oh. Hullo. they're moving down there.
Looks like they may have picked someone as a spokesthing.
(cha-chik)
Why don't we go say hallo?
Andrew: "Velma, say hallo."
me: .o0o.
fade to... red