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sirenspull2012-06-15 01:41 am
momchester) wrote in sirenspull2012-06-15 01:41 am
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[backdated to Tuesday | video]
[Mary comes on, tense-looking, unhappy, in her now-messy living room that look slike it was just torn apart carelessly.]
I have a serious problem with my home getting raided for a crime I don’t have any connection to.
[Offscreen, there’s some unfortunate clanging noise, followed by some familiar Bronx-accented shouting.] JUST TRY ‘N GET IN HERE, I DARE YOU. HEY YOU. YOU WANT SOME OF THIS? [CLANG. Those may or may not be Mary’s pots. This may or may not be Mary rubbing her temple exhaustedly.]
...Anyway. As I was saying, I’m a citizen, I have rights. Is there- [CLANG.
Oh yeah, Meowth’s still.... going at it. CLANG. CLANG. PG-rated obscenity. CLANG. CLANG. Children’s show-level insult about someone’s mother having the face only a Dunsparce would love or something.] Hah! That’ll teach you not to mess with- Huh? [WHAT IS THAT? IS THAT SCREAMING? IS THAT SCREAMING GETTING FAINTER? DID MEOWTH JUST FALL OFF THE FREAKIN’ BALCONY?
...Possibly.]
Oh, for the love of-
[EXIT STAGE MARY. Cue the distant sound of struggle, Meowth’s familiar Bronx-accented voice, Mary calling out. She comes back in less than a minute. Never has there been a liner face than hers.]
Okay, so I was going to talk about getting treating like a second-class citizen and, I don’t know, some kind of legal options for us, but instead I have to go bail my cat out of jail.
Well, why not.
[Skldjfghfghkjl end feed.]
I have a serious problem with my home getting raided for a crime I don’t have any connection to.
[Offscreen, there’s some unfortunate clanging noise, followed by some familiar Bronx-accented shouting.] JUST TRY ‘N GET IN HERE, I DARE YOU. HEY YOU. YOU WANT SOME OF THIS? [CLANG. Those may or may not be Mary’s pots. This may or may not be Mary rubbing her temple exhaustedly.]
...Anyway. As I was saying, I’m a citizen, I have rights. Is there- [CLANG.
Oh yeah, Meowth’s still.... going at it. CLANG. CLANG. PG-rated obscenity. CLANG. CLANG. Children’s show-level insult about someone’s mother having the face only a Dunsparce would love or something.] Hah! That’ll teach you not to mess with- Huh? [WHAT IS THAT? IS THAT SCREAMING? IS THAT SCREAMING GETTING FAINTER? DID MEOWTH JUST FALL OFF THE FREAKIN’ BALCONY?
...Possibly.]
Oh, for the love of-
[EXIT STAGE MARY. Cue the distant sound of struggle, Meowth’s familiar Bronx-accented voice, Mary calling out. She comes back in less than a minute. Never has there been a liner face than hers.]
Okay, so I was going to talk about getting treating like a second-class citizen and, I don’t know, some kind of legal options for us, but instead I have to go bail my cat out of jail.
Well, why not.
[Skldjfghfghkjl end feed.]
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[Even though it's...not John's body that he's really looking at.]