>>5128709“Man,” Ly remarks as Mitzi resumes reading her <span class="mu-g">WATER POLO MONTHLY MAGAZINE</span> and Eddie tends to the <span class="mu-g">RIP KORD CUTOUT,</span> “If we gotta’ say goodbye to anyone else I’m gonna pass <span class="mu-i">OUT!</span>”
Not a bad idea, you muse as you watch Tucker and Kiki jot down production notes. Right–the <span class="mu-i">film</span>...
“I dunno about you guys,” Talbot remarks, raising his feet on the seat next to you, “but if I was a skeleton right now I’d be peekin’ over my shoulder!”
“One more to go, Stan!” Eddie gushes as he collapses into the seat next to you! “Not long now, huh?”
“Easy there, Ed-” Tucker chuckles, “We’ll still have to take down the ringleader too!” A quizzical look forms on the film student’s face. “Too bad we couldn’t have just gone straight for him–you think Liches work on Vampire rules or whatever?”
“What, you mean like ‘<span class="mu-i">you kill the master, you kill his minions</span>’?” Eddie asks. “That’s uh… You know what? That’s a good point!” Peeking through the hole at the passenger’s seat, Eddie politely pokes Syb’s shoulder. “Yo, Syb–is that how they work?”
“Theoretically, yes,” The Goth replies, her face scrunched up in thought. “But it’s hard to say–despite being ‘<span class="mu-i">Thralls</span>’ of the Lich, the skeletons we’ve met have displayed an unusual amount of independence.” Sighing in frustration, your bestie turns to give the backseat crew an apologetic shrug. “I hate to say it, but we might be writing a brand-new book here…”
“In that case, let’s keep it simple, yea?” Mitzi suggests, eyes glued to her reading material. “We take down the <span class="mu-r">LIEUTENANT,</span> then we take the fight to the big cheese.”
While you and the others nod in assent, Kiki leans in close to Tucker’s ear and whispers a few hushed words. “Keek says we should keep it simpler–Stan’s gotta meet with her boss first, right?”
Ugh, you groan, you can’t <span class="mu-i">wait</span>...
“Say hi to ‘em for me, okay?” Mitzi says with a cheeky grin, “There’s a pool in that <span class="mu-g">PRIVATE BUNKER</span> with my name on it!”
“Hey, <span class="mu-i">yea</span>--I get to come in this time! <span class="mu-i">FINALLY!</span>” Talbot exclaims as he pumps his fist in the air! Seeing you stare, however, the janitor quickly shifts gears. “I uh… I mean I’ll finally get to see that place you jerks keep talking about! About time!”
Glaring at your ex-bodyguard, you sink into your seat as you contemplate how to spend the ride–something tells you it’s gonna be a <span class="mu-i">LONG</span> one…
>CHAT WITH A PAL (WHO?)>INSPECT/MESS WITH AN ITEM (WHICH ONE?)>JUST SLEEP! YOU COULD USE SOME REST!>ASK ART IF YOU CAN DRIVE FOR A BIT!>WRITE-IN! 