[after having a bit of trouble getting his
costume on in the dark, Mort's made his way down to the lobby to admire the new decorations. he's currently leaning on the table, a bag on the table beside him, the journal in hand]
Now, this is more like it. This is the kind of thing a mystery writer expects from a magic castle. I have to tell you, though, those trap doors are a real bitch and a half to get out of.
... And is any of this food any good? I just want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but the peanut butter tasted like mud, and ... [a darkly amused chuckle] you don't want to know what the jelly was. Trust me on that one, everybody.
At least this bag of Doritos tastes fine, aside from being stale. [crunch. crumbs get on the journal] My cornstalks are gone - I would've figured they wouldn't last, but they looked good while they were up there, I think.
[reaches behind him for another handful of chips and --]
OW. Sonova. ... You know, if I didn't know better I'd say something just fucking bit me. Very funny, Castle, ha ha, goddamn riot. ...ow. Christ, I'm bleeding.
Which reminds me.
[Lucy]
Speaking of blood, beautiful, have you seen the Game Room at all, today? ... The games it's acquired look right up your alley.