(019) Nineteenth Report [>>Audio -> Private video]
Looks like we can rest easy again. Relatively speaking. [There's a slight heaviness to Jill's voice -- fatigue, most likely, that she's been staving off.] I hope everyone made it through all right.
[A pause, and then her tone turns thoughtful.] In these kinds of invasions, I started off thinking we literally had to kill every last thing to clear ( Read more... )
[A pause, and then her tone turns thoughtful.] In these kinds of invasions, I started off thinking we literally had to kill every last thing to clear ( Read more... )
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is the slight, slight raise of her eyebrow.
The universal sign of well?]
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...what?
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And then she looks back to her shoulder.]
What have we learned?
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[Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]
That your shoulder bleeds a lot?
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this face is asking if you're serious
because we're doing a lot of talking with faces today]
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Your shoulder bleeds a normal amount?
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[Good God how did she ever become even slightly into you again]
No.
[She busies herself, again, with adjusting the rag, which allows a glimpse of a few ugly gashes across her shoulder.]
Here's a hint. It has nothing to do with me. More to do with you.
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and other things...also, gets beaten up quite well, yes?]
Be more specific in my testing of the powers that be?
[Hmm...]
Like...zombie woodland creatures that can only be killed by singing Disney songs. Better?
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But those, too.]
Don't--
[FLAT LOOK.]
If that happens, too, I'm coming after your ass in the middle of it all. Make no mistake.
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You better not. You better start singin', lest you be devoured by weasels, foxes, and canaries.
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...I'd rather be shooting.
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Why shoot when a song takes them out well enough?
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You gonna come down off your roof and help us out if this happens?
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But I'm preeeetty sure a bunch of chipmunks could find their way if they really wanted to.
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