“Guys! Guys! I have a loaded machine pistol in my hand and I have no idea what I’m doing!”
Shayde giggled. “Awright. That one had a point. The goal is tae make fun of the movie, not the common hollywood tropes, ye ken.”
“It’s still fun,” argued a SPOEn who called herself Molly Ringwald.
“Aye, it is tha’.” She pointed at the screen. “BOOM! Take a shot!” She took a shot of mini M&M’s and cackled as the fight scene began to unroll.
“They’re wrestling. Do we sing Blue Danube?”
“Oh aye! Da dum, da dum, da daaaaa…”
Rael observed it all from a safe distance. The uneasy peace between Shayde and the SPOEns largely depended on an MST3K night at the Retro Cinema. As long as anyone didn’t launch into their spiel… things might actually settle down for a change.
Rael began to wish he knew of any deities that did spec work.
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[And now I’ve used over 100% of my firkin data. This is going to be SUCH fun :P]