Isn’t it obvious? Flopping onto a nearby deck chair, you adjust your sunglasses a bit as you start soaking up a few rays!
“... Not dat’ I ain’t enjoying dis,” Ly mutters under his breath, “but shouldn’t we oughta’... y’know, <span class="mu-i">help</span> wit’ somethin’?”
You <span class="mu-i">ARE</span> helping, dingus! Whenever you get into a scrap with a <span class="mu-r">LIEUTENANT,</span> who ends up carrying the whole team, hmm?
“Well last time Art an’ Ed did a pretty good job… so did yer’ grandad-”
<span class="mu-b">STANLEY,</span> that’s who! So if you wanna keep it up, you’re gonna have to rest up a bit! And, y’know, make sure you get, like, <span class="mu-b">SUN VITAMINS,</span> or whatever!
“Ah, gee, I guess dat’ settles it...” Replies your skeleton as you try to roll up your coveralls a little higher. You’d probably get a <span class="mu-b">BITCHIN’ TAN</span> if you just took ‘em off! Stupid <span class="mu-i">TALBOT</span> having to tag along all the time…
“Before we get <span class="mu-i">too</span> cozy,” Ly continues, “Why don’t we check in on da’ others?”
You blink. Is he stupid or something? Mitz just went below deck, Talbot’s playing with <span class="mu-i">YOUR</span> pet, and Syb’s-
“I meant da’ people who <span class="mu-i">didn’t</span> tag along.” Your bones retort with growing irritation in their voice. “Y’know, da’ ones we sent to da’ <span class="mu-g">MUSEUM</span> an’ <span class="mu-g">UNIVERSITY?</span>”
Oh, uh… yea. You were talking about them too, actually! Whipping out your <span class="mu-g">RADIO</span> before Ly can get any more sass in, you flip to the channel you <span class="mu-i">THINK</span> Art and the <span class="mu-g">MUSEUM</span> crew were on and press the <span class="mu-s">TRANSMIT</span> button! Guess who’s catchin’ rays on a new <span class="mu-i">boat</span>, bitches-
https://youtu.be/tY_kfFnyoic“<span class="mu-s">PARBLE! RESCUED HOSTAGES OR NOT, YOU’D BETTER NOT BE SLACKING OFF ON COMPANY TI-</span>”
<span class="mu-i">Whoopswrongnumber</span>. Flicking to another random channel, you take a few steadying breaths before trying again… man, whose idea was it to run off without assigning radio channels anyways?
“... ours, I think.” Ly responds, clearly not sure of himself. “I distinctly recall ya’ shoutin’ ‘<span class="mu-i">SHOTGUN!</span>’ before runnin’ for da’ van…”
<span class="mu-i">D’oh</span>! Taking another deep breath to calm down from your impromptu Blumenkrantz encounter, you press the <span class="mu-s">TRANSMIT</span> button down one more time and try again! Guess who’s catchin’ rays on a new <span class="mu-i">boa-</span>
Before you can finish, your ears are assaulted by a storm of gunfire and a long, low bellow reminiscent of rolling thunder! “<span class="mu-s">NOT NOW, STAN!</span>” Shouts Art in a near-breathless voice! Before you can respond, the channel goes dead and stays that way for a few uncomfortable minutes.
Huh.
>CONTD. 