>>5313643“Uh…” Talbot replies, cleaning out his ear with his finger, “I’m sorry, wha?”
“<span class="mu-s">HOW!?</span>” Teevor spits, swinging around in Vivaldi’s grasp as he claws at the janitor! “How did you do it?! Where did you manage to perfect such a synchronization!?”
“Oh, right!” Talbot replies with a snap of his finger, “Yea, I got it from a special someon-err, <span class="mu-i">place!</span>” He stammers, looking away from you as you once again feel the heat rise in your freckled cheeks. “Yea, that’s right–it was a place. Now I remember.”
“You know not the knowledge you hold!” Exclaims your captive! “The degree at which you’ve bonded with the <span class="mu-g">ERUMITE…</span> it’s nothing short of incredible! Why, with that much articulation and control, you could… you could…” The researcher pauses mid-rant and takes a few steadying breaths. “Ahem… as I was saying, primitive… where, erm, where did you find such a boon, hm?”
“Crap,” Talbot frowns as he scratches his red-haired head, “What <span class="mu-i">was</span> it called? Something with a ‘<span class="mu-i">U</span>’, I think…”
“<span class="mu-s">U!</span>” Teevor shouts excitedly, “Excellent, boy! Go on!”
“Un? Uth?” The janitor continues, drawing out each syllable, “<span class="mu-i">Up.</span> Started with an up.”
“Yes? YES?”
“Ah! GOT IT.” Talbot exclaims with a toothy grin! “I got it from ‘<span class="mu-g">UPDOG!</span>”
“What…” The skeleton hisses in confusion, “What is this… ‘<span class="mu-i">Updog</span>’ you speak of?”
“Not much…” The janitor stammers while biting his lip, “Wh-SNRK-what’s up with <span class="mu-i">YOU</span>, man?!”
And just like that the whole lab <span class="mu-i">explodes</span> with laughter! You, Ly, Art, Syb, hell, even Lil’ Stanley smiles a bit! It wasn’t perfect form, of course, but you gotta give the guy credit… you just <span class="mu-i">gotta!</span>
“Cease your foolishness this instant!” Teevor angrily commands! “I demand to know what’s ‘<span class="mu-i">Updog</span>’ this instant!”
“He…” Art sputters from behind his helmet, “he said it <span class="mu-i">again…</span>”
“Accursed primitives!” Snarls the skeleton as your sides start to hurt, “Laugh now, for one day we shall know what’s ‘<span class="mu-i">UPDOG</span>’, and we will not soon forget this transgression–mark my words!”
As the laughter dies down, you stagger over to Talbot and playfully nudge him on the shoulder–good… good <span class="mu-i">answer</span>, dude.
“Damn right it was!” He replies with a snide laugh! “Alright, science bitch: <span class="mu-i">WE’RE</span> asking the questions now, so keep your craphole shut or I’ll clock ya’!”
“Very well…” Hisses the skeleton, “But we’ll see who’s laughing once we learn what’s ‘<span class="mu-i">Updog</span>’!”
Aaaand just like that you’re laughing again.
>CONTD. 