(Jonah enters, coughing and clutching his throat)
Emily: Jonah! Hey, man, what's going on?
Gypsy: If this is an over exaggerated disgust of the story, I'm leaving.
(when Jonah stops coughing, his voice is back!)
Jonah: I promise, I'm fine... Wait a second, I can talk again!
Lexsi: Oh thank God, it was getting boring.
Emily: Gypsy, can you run a diagnostics? Can you check to see if-
Gypsy: I sense a disturbance in the magic flow.
(Silence)
Gypsy: Someone tweaked the machine.
Lexsi: Well, who did it?
(Gypsy hums an "mmm-mmmm" as in "I don't know")
Jonah: Well, this is great! I can finally talk, which means I can finally get to all this... Cat stuff without cringing!
BEEP! BEEP!
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the MST3K gang riffs on bad stories i made when i was like nine
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