>>5425713“Ditto!” Nods Eddie with a matching smile! “We can work on it, especially if we’re all still getting paid!”
Yea, yea, you snicker, you’ll keep some cash coming! And since we’re on the subject, any chance of replacing that has-been with, like, <span class="mu-g">RUBY JOHANN-</span>
“Go fuck yourself, Stan.”
Okay, just asking!
But seriously, though,” he continues with a certain darkness creeping into his tone, “If you feed me bullshit when I’m writing again, well…”
Okay, <span class="mu-i">OKAY</span>, you reply with a placating gesture, you’ll be on it, honest! Shit, you haven’t even had a drink in like… y-you don’t even know how long!
“You’re really taking this seriously, huh?” Observes Tucker as he stares at your slightly-wider tummy. “You <span class="mu-i">SURE</span> about this?”
No, you snarl, and you’re <span class="mu-i">this</span> close to flushing whatever’s in there <span class="mu-i">out</span>!
“<span class="mu-r">C’mon, sis…</span>” Nats whispers into your ear, “<span class="mu-r">You don’t REALLY mean that, right?</span>”
You don’t, but no one else has to hear that! Anyways, you’ve got more shit going on, like-
<span class="mu-s">GRCK!</span>
A jolt of sudden nausea hits you like a pie in the face mid-sentence. Doubling over from the suddenness of it all, you’re thankfully caught by both Eddie <span class="mu-i">AND</span> Tucker!
“Ah crap, I knew this might happen…” Eddie chides as he and the director hold you steady, “You need to lie down, Stan?”
No, you croak as the soundstage starts to sway and twirl around you, you just… b-bathroom?
“No problem!”
Carrying you towards what you assume is the restroom like a pair of firefighters, your friends gently deposit you at the entrance to the women’s room!
“Don’t worry, Stan,” Eddie adds as you steady yourself against the wall as you stumble inside, “I’ll get Wendy to help out!”
<span class="mu-i">Please no</span>, you hiss as you stumble over to an open stall! Voiding your bowels in the fancy, lemon-scented toilet bowl, you don’t even bother closing the door behind you as you cling to the porcelain savior!
Damn it Winona, you hiss as you hear footsteps approaching from behind, she’d <span class="mu-i">better</span> have that chow you asked for!
“<span class="mu-i">And if I don’t?</span>”
Your nausea is instantly replaced by a sensation akin to having an icicle dragged up and down your spine! Turning away from the toilet with your vision still spinning, you find yourself staring at a familiar figure clad in tattered, bloodied <span class="mu-g">EVENING SANITATION COORDINATOR COVERALLS!</span>
“<span class="mu-i">Catch ya at a bad time, bumblebee?</span>” Boris grins from beneath a coating of fresh blood! “<span class="mu-i">You look like SHIT!</span>”
>CONTD. 