Stale Bread
Been goin' outta my gourd, yo.
We in the middle of some serious shit, right? Still got some of Skippy's inmate dudes running around, and I doubt they going to Disneyland. Especially with all the damn rain we been having.
But we ain't heard jack from anything. Not a peep outta no inmates. Not even a spark from the brick thing. And I ain't crazy about math, but I know we ain't hit no seven yet.
In fact, things been mostly quiet...well, except for a mud beast last week, after all the rain. Thing probably woulda been able to do whatever it wanted, but it showed up on Highland around two in the morning. Not the kinda place where they get a lot of mud.
Thing gave us trouble for about five minutes. Then we fired up the flamethrower for a little easy-break oven action. Thing shattered like cheap pottery...which I guess is what it was.
Aside from that, been quiet as a church 'round here. And that ain't normal.
But I got a feelin' things about to pick up.
Wes thinks he done just about cracked Skippy's secret dimension decoder lock, which means that maybe Angel can slide on in and get some answers. I think he's gettin' ready to go soon...something about the spell only working in the twelfth minute of every hour, or something like that.
And then there's that stuff on the news about a virus outbreak downtown. 'Course, these days that could mean a whole different kind of bad guy, and a whole different kind of monster...but then again, anything happening downtown by Evil Lawyer Land could be trouble. And if they're involved, we better be, too.
Something to look into later, I guess.
At least tonight won't be boring...
We in the middle of some serious shit, right? Still got some of Skippy's inmate dudes running around, and I doubt they going to Disneyland. Especially with all the damn rain we been having.
But we ain't heard jack from anything. Not a peep outta no inmates. Not even a spark from the brick thing. And I ain't crazy about math, but I know we ain't hit no seven yet.
In fact, things been mostly quiet...well, except for a mud beast last week, after all the rain. Thing probably woulda been able to do whatever it wanted, but it showed up on Highland around two in the morning. Not the kinda place where they get a lot of mud.
Thing gave us trouble for about five minutes. Then we fired up the flamethrower for a little easy-break oven action. Thing shattered like cheap pottery...which I guess is what it was.
Aside from that, been quiet as a church 'round here. And that ain't normal.
But I got a feelin' things about to pick up.
Wes thinks he done just about cracked Skippy's secret dimension decoder lock, which means that maybe Angel can slide on in and get some answers. I think he's gettin' ready to go soon...something about the spell only working in the twelfth minute of every hour, or something like that.
And then there's that stuff on the news about a virus outbreak downtown. 'Course, these days that could mean a whole different kind of bad guy, and a whole different kind of monster...but then again, anything happening downtown by Evil Lawyer Land could be trouble. And if they're involved, we better be, too.
Something to look into later, I guess.
At least tonight won't be boring...