(Nods emphatically, reaching into his coat.)
But ehhhhyeaus, in case eizher auf yeuw ehhhlauvley young ehhhladies are ienterested in mich aur mein sehrvices...
(Quickly produces two business cards, handing them to each gurl.)
Hieronymous Poincaré d'Auvergne, aht jour sehrvice!
...That was, like... at least two meters, I coulda broken an arm, or my neck.
(Looks back over at the disoriented Purr, trying to help her get the pumpkin head off. Her own witch hat is hecka crooked.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-pumpkin head, and hat attached, comes off revealing Purr, with her hair all messed up, her ears drooped a little-
-and bags under her eyes as if sleep deprived- Uhhhhrrghhh... I'm never doing that again...
But- yeah- there's a guy... that fuckin- tripped over his beard and broke his neck.
edited 31st Oct '16 5:48:50 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

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(tilts head at zombie dog)