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[skidrowseymour]

It took some rushing around, but Seymour's got it all set up. Rat poison. Weedkiller. The axe. Bullets. He's ready to kill a plant

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[f33dm3]

The plant doesn't move. Even as he steps past its massive mouth, it remains perfectly still.

Then, as Seymour reaches for the doorknob:

"Feed me."

[skidrowseymour]

Seymour winces, feeling a surge of guilt and fear.

Then he remembers that he has a plan. Twoie's survived this long - he can wait another night.

"Under no circumstances," he snaps.

[f33dm3]

"Feed me." It's more of a growl, this time.

[skidrowseymour]

"I will not, so stop asking."

[f33dm3]

They don't sell real bridal gowns on Skid Row, but Audrey managed to find a beautiful white dress at the thrift shop on the next block over. It was expensive, but she can afford it now, and it's worth every penny just for the way she feels when she puts it on. She feels pure and graceful and beautiful, like the girls in the bridal magazines.

She's giddy with happiness as she packs up her leopard-print shoes and her plush beagle toy. This is really happening. She's going to be Mrs. Seymour Krelborn. Or is it Mrs. Seymour Mushnik? Oh well. She'll be happy to be Mrs. Seymour anything.

Her phone's ringing. Who could that be? She picks it up. "Hello?"

[f33dm3]

"Hey, little lady, hello..."

[f33dm3]

"Who... who is this?" Audrey doesn't recognize the voice, but she's terrible at recognizing voices over the phone anyway...

[f33dm3]

"You're lookin' cute as can be."