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[2nd_slinger]

[A slight change has been made to one of the titles on the "Recommended Viewing" shelf at the Video-rama. It now reads: Abbott and Costello and Ricochet Meet Frankenstein. Meanwhile, from outside--]

Hey--Bud? Lou? Dracula?

... guys?

Well, that was fun while it lasted. An' now, back to wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhere's my costume?

...

Oh, crap

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[tobethemiracle]

[does he care? Not at all, really.]

Oh hey, good thing I didn't borrow that. Need a paper bag? It's the closest thing I've got to a mask.

[tobethemiracle]

Who?

[2nd_slinger]

Well... y'know the Aliens aliens? They're like them, only... uh, for real.

[tobethemiracle]

Do they eat their hosts afterwards?

[2nd_slinger]

No, but they do the whole infect-you-with-their-larva sorta thing.

[tobethemiracle]

Did you know there are ninety-six alien species that consider the human race a delicacy?

[2nd_slinger]

... what the hell kinda Food Network programmin' are you watchin', anyway?

[tobethemiracle]

You don't want to know the modifications I had to make to the TV to pick it up.

[2nd_slinger]

Touche.

[tobethemiracle]

No, I'm just messing with you. I get a live feed into my head.

[2nd_slinger]

An' I've got wireless socks.

[tobethemiracle]

What's the speed?

[2nd_slinger]

Fast as I am.

[tobethemiracle]

...yeah, and I have no idea how fast that is, so that failed as banter.

[2nd_slinger]

... dammit. Well, it's been a busy couple of weeks for me, what with fightin' vampires an' wolf men and a reanimated patchwork corpse, so. I'm not gonna sweat the witticisms.

[tobethemiracle]

Isn't that what we do every day?