>>5360250And, uh, you add, deftly putting Paulie and Stripes’ confrontation on hold for at least another minute or so, how are he and Cliff anyways? He sounded a little hot coming out of the office earlier!
“Sheesh, Stan, are you my mother or somethin’?” Stripes asks only half-jokingly. “Yer’ askin’ a lotta’ serious questions durin’ a <span class="mu-i">party</span>, ya know.”
“Let her, ya’ big oaf.” Groans Paulie as Ike gives him a look of approval. “Kid hasn’t seen ya’ in ages–only natural she’d check in witcha. An’ speakin’ of yer’ ma-”
“We’re… we’re good, alright?” Stripes huffs as Pete preemptively pulls the skeleton away from Paulie, “I just got a little pissed at him, is all, that’s da’ truth!”
Kay, you mutter as you pass the halfway mark of your <span class="mu-g">KICK IN THE HEAD,</span> but what does that mean?
“It means, well…” The skeleton begins, faltering halfway through the sentence, “It means that… look, Cliff’s been a ball of nerves for days now, alright? Used ta’ be you could drag him away from dat’ cruddy office of his an’ race around the Drive-In, but now? Now he’s just lurkin’ up there like a <span class="mu-i">gargoyle</span> or somethin’!”
“Maybe he’s just worried about tomorrow?” Pete suggests.
“Let’s get one thing straight here: we <span class="mu-i">all</span> are.” Interjects Paulie with a remarkably serious expression. “Everyone here bit da’ big one already, present company excluded, of course.”
Both you and Pete simultaneously knock on the wood counter for luck!
>CONTD. 