>>5341306“So lemme get this straight:” Eddie begins as you and the rest of the crew set off in the apparent direction of the van and the rest of the vehicles, “They’ve got a <span class="mu-i">helicopter</span>??”
That’s right, bitch, you say with a wink, and guess who’s got dibs on the first ride?
“I’ll be stickin’ near the dance floor, thank you very much.” Mitzi adds with a grin. “If I’m gonna go I’d rather it be from exhaustion, not some drunk bastard crashing a helicopter into the hills.”
“There’s gonna be <span class="mu-i">food</span>, right?” Talbot asks with a conflicted look on his dumb face. “Not tryin’ to be, like, ‘<span class="mu-i">Deadist</span>’ or whatever, but do we need to pick up snacks, or-”
If he’s being anything, you scoff, it’s <span class="mu-i">dumb</span>! It’s a party–why wouldn’t they have food!?
“Well they’ll certainly have drinks.” Sybil sighs as you feel Talbot’s elephantine foot flat-tire your heel! Hissing in anger, you swipe at the big oaf until Gus steps in between.
“Those guys know a lot about cars. Maybe they can look at the van.” He muses to himself in his perpetually-stoic voice.
“Yea, it sounds like a dream and all, guys,” Art begins as Denise chats excitedly with Teevor and Rodhi near the back of the procession, “But before we get sauced shouldn’t we tell the folks at <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY</span> about our progress and all?”
Why didn’t you think of that, you muse with mock wonder in your voice! Oh wait, you <span class="mu-i">did</span>--that’s why you gave him the damn radio!
“Oh uh…” The Rent-A-Cop mutters as he fiddles with the device in his hands, “You uh… you want <span class="mu-i">me</span> to do it?”
Yes, <span class="mu-b">VICE OFFICER,</span> you want <span class="mu-i">HIM</span> to do it! And he can tell it to your old pal <span class="mu-g">BLUMENKRANTZ,</span> thanks very much!
“B-B-<span class="mu-i">Blumenkrantz?</span>” Art stammers as a flash of lightning overhead heralds the rumble of thunder, “I um, look, Stan-”
Thanks, <span class="mu-b">VICE OFFICER,</span> you chirp as you and Kiki exchange a knowing wink, you’re a doll! Before Art can whine about it anymore, you and the rest of the gang arrive at your parking spot where you find <span class="mu-b">THE VAN, THAT JEEP, GUS’ BIKE W/SIDECAR, AND SOME SHITTY UNIVERSITY VEHICLE</span> sit ready to be driven! <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY’S</span> glowing eyes peer out at your entourage from underneath the van. Heaven forbid you forget <span class="mu-i">her</span>...
“So these are those ‘<span class="mu-i">autom mobiles</span>’ you primitives created…” Teevor remarks as the gang prepares to leave. “Fascinating.”
“You said it, man!” Eddie grins as he throws open the back of the van to salute the cardboard cutout of <span class="mu-g">RIP KORD.</span> “I’m drivin’ this one, guys… since Art’s gonna be busy with a call, and all…”
“Damn it.” The Rent-A-Cop hisses angrily, “I’ll get you good for this, Stan. Mark my words.”
He’ll have to wait til’ <span class="mu-i">after</span> the call then, you giggle! Now everyone saddle up!
>CONTD. 