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<span class="mu-i">WeEeEElllL</span>, you reply with a handful of whimsy in your voice, you haven’t really thought about it much, but if you <span class="mu-i">had</span> to pick, well…
You were thinking <span class="mu-g">NATALIE</span>. For, uh… for both.
“<span class="mu-r">R-rR-RRRrREAALLY?!</span>”
Yea, stupid, you grunt, really! And don’t laugh or you’ll sock yourself in the mouth!
“D’aww, <span class="mu-i">Staaaan,</span>” Coos Mitzi in a mixture of jealousy and pride, “You know what? I feel like he’d be thrilled.”
Who, <span class="mu-i">Talbot</span>? That dumbass wanted to name the kid <span class="mu-g">DIESEL</span>! What a tool!
“I meant <span class="mu-i">LY</span>, dork.” Replies Mitzi as she reaches over and gives your hair a good tousle! “And I’m guessing would too.”
“<span class="mu-r">Y-YOU GUESSED RIGHT!</span>” Sputters your demonic companion practically <span class="mu-i">DRIPPING</span> with glee! “<span class="mu-r">I-I… D-DOES THAT MEAN I CAN BE AN AUNT OR SOMETHING? C-CAN I POSSESS THEM EVENTUALLY TOO? D-DO THEY NEED ME TO KNIT SOCKS OR-</span>”
Can it, spaz, you interject with a toothy grin, you’ll get back to her on the socks, though! Glancing down at your puke-covered passenger, you can’t help but frown a bit–still, you remark, feels pretty early to be worrying about damn <span class="mu-i">rugrats</span>.
“Yea, those aliens freaked me out too…” Nods Mitzi as she gets about three seconds of airtime going off a speed bump, “But here’s the good news, boss: no one’s ever ready for kids, trust me!”
Yea, what the hell was <span class="mu-i">that</span> about!? Those guys were eyeballing you like it was going outta’ style!
“Probably locals.” Shrugs Mitz as you swerve around a homeless encampment set up in the middle of the street. “Every Tom, Dick, and Harry probably knows you’re in town by now–that and you’ve got cash to burn.”
You <span class="mu-i">DID</span> <span class="mu-b">BLEET</span> about your trip, but so what? You’ve got social media back–might as well use it, right?
“Not wrong, Stan,” Your driver mutters as you speed through a slalom of cars stuck in traffic, “But even with that boost Denise gave you you’re still an easier target–don’t forget it.”
Yea, yea, you huff, taking in the smog-choked scenery around you, you’ll do whatever it is she just told you to do…
“Super. Let’s get back to that hotel of yours… we’ll grab late breakfast on the way.”
Anything else you wanna talk to Mitz or Nats about?
>WRITE-IN!
>NOPE, THAT'S IT!
