(Resuming a thing from last night where I passed the fuck out. Daisy and Trip, if you wish to resume too, I Am Open)
(The freakish little rascals all start swarming Sandra, some of them climbing into her lap.)
…
(ALSO)
(Some chunky fucko of indeterminate gender is sitting at the kitchen table, peering over a script with an intense and rather cranky look.)
...God freakin'... They expect me to work with this...!
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-She laughs as they swarm her-
Oh man, exciteable little squirts aren't you?
-Trying to give each one the attention they insist upon-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(HYENA)
...BWAUGH—!
(YUFFIE)
HWAUGH—!
(REIMU)
GYAAAAAAUGH—!
(AUDREY)
NYEEEERGH—!!
(Looks like they're about to freak... then assumes the Gendo Ikari pose, getting a look of unearthly calm.)
...Who are you people and why are you at my table.
(...Awww... Aww, they're p huggy and snuggly for freakish little deathwraiths. Gawd, though, they're real muscular...)
(And silent. Haven't really made a solitary noise yet.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

He nods.
You as well. I assume Michael has filled you in on what we need.
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