>>5144019As an awkward silence settles in, you feel a faint tingle in your ear. Damn it, you snarl, you <span class="mu-i">KNEW</span> there was <span class="mu-r">A BAT!</span>
As you swipe at the offending party, Christy dodges backwards and reaches for something in her pocket! Before you can strike at your leathery-winged foe, Ly takes hold of your bones and holds you steady!
“Calm down, ya’ moron–I was just tryin’ ta’ get your attention!”
Well it <span class="mu-i">worked</span>, you hiss as you relax a bit, you thought you were getting <span class="mu-r">THE DARK EMBRACE!</span>
Looking at you with a confused expression, the personal assistant returns her hands to where you can see them.
“Will ya’ forget about <span class="mu-r">DA’ BAT</span> already!?” Ly groans. “We all know what dis’ is really about!”
Oh? You ask in a challenging tone, What <span class="mu-i">is</span> it about then, Ly? Care to share with the class?
“Are you well?” Asks Christy’s phone as you begin gnawing on your arm bone! Yrsh, you growl, yrr jsst drrlng wrth shmt prsnbl prbrbms!
“Cut it out, damn it, or I’ll tell <span class="mu-b">NERVOUS SYSTEM</span> ta’ take a break!” Your skeleton howls in pain! Fine, you snap as you release your jaws from your arm, but he’d better explain himself FAST! If <span class="mu-r">THE BAT-</span>
“Cripes, Stan, yer’ just tryin’ ta’ avoid da’ <span class="mu-r">CHRISTMAS PARTY!</span>” Your bones shout, taking you off-guard! “You’ve got da’ girl right here–we’ve <span class="mu-i">gotta</span> bring it up!”
Yea, you mutter, but-
“But <span class="mu-i">nothin’</span>!” Ly interjects. “Who knows when we’ll get a chance like dis’ again? I know it hurts, Stan, but…” he pauses, taking a steadying breath, “...but we’ve <span class="mu-i">gotta</span> talk about it now.”
Biting your lip in protest, it doesn’t take long for you to see things his way. Yea, you sigh as you rub your temples, you guess you do…
“What do we have to do?” Asks the mechanical voice as its user gives you an uncertain glance. Staring her in the eyes, you clench your fists to steady yourself. <span class="mu-r">CHRISTMAS,</span> you respond in a shaky voice. You’ve gotta talk about the party…
As the color drains from her already-pale face, Christy listlessly types a short phrase into her phone.
“Oh.”
Your thoughts exactly...
>CONTD. 