>>5345079“Well look, sis,” The greaser continues as one of his associates manages to smack the <span class="mu-r">ELDRITCH SMUT RAG</span> out of the hot rodder’s bony hands and onto the pavement, “We’ll start makin’ it up to ya’ by escorting you guys straight into the camp, dig?”
You <span class="mu-i">dig</span>, you frown, but you don’t wanna wait anymore! And you want to be, like, <span class="mu-i">announced</span>! Like a princess entering a ballroom!
“What the hell’s the <span class="mu-s">HOLDUUUUUP?!</span>” Roars Talbot from further down the wagon train! His <span class="mu-i">funeral</span> if he doesn’t shut up, you shout!
“No problemo, kid… just gotta wait a sec.” The greaser replies as the rest of his crew relaxes a bit. What the <span class="mu-i">HELL</span> for?!
“Boss is makin’ a speech to the troops.” Explains another skeleton in the car across from yours. “Sounds like it’s a big one.”
Sounds like a <span class="mu-i">DUMB</span> one, you counter! It doesn’t matter anyways–Cliff knows you! You’re fine with interrupting!
“Yea, uh…” Replies the original greaser, the <span class="mu-s">OG</span>, if you will, in an uncertain tone, “I’m talkin’ about the <span class="mu-r">BIG GUY,</span> sis.”
What, <span class="mu-r">SANTA?</span>
“Pretty sure he means <span class="mu-r">TIM,</span> cupcake.”
An icy finger runs down your spine as your mind flashes back to that fateful graveyard shift a few nights ago… that and the fiendish glow of <span class="mu-r">TIM’S</span> hooded eyes…
Sonnova<span class="mu-i">bitch</span>, you snarl as you give the inside of the sidecar a good kick, he’s <span class="mu-i">HERE?!</span> Let’s waste him now!
“Nah, he’s tuning in with some kinda magic.” Explains OG in a voice that implies he barely gets it either, “He can still see everyone an’ answer questions, so yea… not a good time.”
“Yes, hello,” Sybil begins as she blinks into existence between you and the greaser, “Is there any way we can listen in without entering the camp?”
“WOAH! Uh… hey there, sweetheart!” OG stammers as he recoils from the sudden interruption! Focus, creep! “Uh, sure you can–we’ve got a radio in Tony’s wheels broadcastin’ the whole thing if you wanna hear!”
“It’s almost done, though!” Adds who you assume to be Tony as he holds a turned-off radio over his pompadour'd head. “You still wanna listen?”
What’s the verdict, Stan?
>NOT WORTH THE RISK–YOU’LL WAIT!>YEA, TUNE US IN!>YOU WANNA HEAR IT IN PERSON–TAKE US UP SNEAKILY, PLEASE!>WRITE-IN! 