From MST3000 to Il Pollo, Sunday Evening

[dollpocalypse]

A year ago today, Topher and Billy had been tricked into seeing Assignment: Improbable 4 together, then accidentally fell asleep on the couch together watching Space Battles and woke up as girls. A very generous person or Tony Stark might term that a date.

Today, Topher and Billy had seen Hansel and Gretel: Warlock Slayers totally of their own

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[selfhelphero]

"I wasn't offended, but then, I use my powers for good. People who don't have totally earned getting roasted," Billy said. "It was probably a good idea to do the movie and then dinner. That was kinda gross."

[dollpocalypse]

"Are there people like that where you're from?" Topher wanted to know. "You know, with the warts and the creepiness?"

[selfhelphero]

"Well, we've got our fair share of creepy people, and people who wear masks because they're disfigured in some way, but I don't know if we've got any double double toil and trouble types," Billy admitted. He smiled at Topher and reached out to try to oh-so-casually hold his hand. "Do you think you've got anyone like that where you're from?"

[dollpocalypse]

"Definitely not," Topher said firmly, swinging his arm with Billy's hand in his. Wrong side of the Whedonverse for creepy witches, for sure. "I think the closest we get is, like, hack fortune-tellers and old people."