>>5408630Well, you continue as Talbot pokes his fork at the salad, you wanted to ask her about the, uh… you know…
“... the <span class="mu-b">HAT</span> you’re holding onto?” Asks Sybil as she watches you rap your knuckles against your skull for emphasis, “Yes, let’s talk about it… the <span class="mu-b">HAT,</span> that is!”
“Oh boy, hatsch…” Groans your date as he crunches into the ‘<span class="mu-i">food</span>’, “Cand’t wade…”
https://youtu.be/N5VDZv2upu0“I’ve been visiting <span class="mu-g">CLEARWATER’S</span> remaining <span class="mu-g">LIBRARIES</span> as well as the <span class="mu-g">UNIVERSITY</span> for the past few weeks trying to come up with the best solution, Stanley,” Sybil explains, “But to be perfectly honest I’m still not sure what the best course of action would be for… for your <span class="mu-b">HAT…</span>”
Well, you mutter, isn’t there someone you could, y’know, hand it off to?
“There ARE people with the proper knowledge of… <span class="mu-b">HATS…</span>” Sighs The Goth with growing frustration, “but I can’t be certain of how trustworthy they are. And if I search the internet for… <span class="mu-b">HAT KNOWLEDGE AND CONTAINMENT,</span> I run the risk of-”
“... of catching someone’s attention.” Art concludes in a solemn voice. “You’re sitting on one hell of a <span class="mu-b">HAT,</span> Stan.”
“Since we’re on the subject,” Sybil adds with renewed focus, “Where, erm… where are you keeping the <span class="mu-b">HAT</span> anyways? Is it secure?”
Yea, you reply brimming with confidence, secure as it’ll ever be!
“Stanley…” Murmurs Sybil with increasing graveness in her tone, “<span class="mu-i">How</span> secure?”
<span class="mu-s">VERY. SECURE.</span> You reply, leaning in close enough to touch noses! <span class="mu-s">VERY!</span>
A few miles away back at your apartment, a pair of <span class="mu-r">RATS</span> scurry along your stained carpet and take their play onto the chest of drawers in your <span class="mu-g">BEDROOM!</span> Skittering across your <span class="mu-g">UNDERWEAR DRAWER,</span> the rodents inadvertently send it and its contents tumbling to the floor… along with a familiar <span class="mu-b">GLOWING SKULL!</span>
Back at <span class="mu-g">THE STURGEON GENERAL,</span> Sybil’s shoulders relax a bit along with the look on her face!
“Well I know better than to doubt you by now! I’ll keep you informed if I come up with anything interesting!”
With that settled, it dawns on you that you aren’t gonna be getting any more food…
“Yes, well,” Sybil sighs as she glances at the time on her phone, “I’ve unfortunately got a new <span class="mu-i">That’s the Spirit</span> episode to edit tonight, so I’m afraid we’ll have to reschedule for another time…”
Slightly disappointed, both you and Talbot turn towards Art’s bewildered face.
“Yea, well… I’m gonna try to touch up Syb’s website graphics, so… yea.”
Well, you sigh, shit!
“Yea,” grumbles Talbot, “Shit.”
>CONTD. 