Okay, Thea. Time to let us out now.
What the f are you talking about? Who are you?
It's you're favorite guy in the world.
No it's not. I'm standing right next to him. Who. Are. You?
... Les.
Prove it.
You dream about pickle juice, the Tenth Doctor, and the color H. I wasn't even aware H had a color before creeping in your subconscious.
Fine. Who's 'us?'
Leggy and I.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER?
Nothing she hasn't consented to. Ouch! Stop pinching me!
I will slice your balls up, stir fry them, and force feed you.
It's fine. Les is just being weird.
I take great offence to that.
Please be quiet.
...
Wow, that worked.
It's because I said 'please.'
Mmhmm. We're all convinced.
What do you mean by that?
Would the two of you stop while you're both ahead? We're having an actual situation here!
Which is?
We're locked in a bathroom and the lights don't work.
And I think I just stepped on a condom.
How can you tell?
Don't ask such questions.
Agreed.
What's the last thing you remember?
Getting shoved in this hellhole.
There was a girl-
Was it Anya? I bet she'd do something like this.
No. This girl had glasses, dark hair, and she hangs around with the first Nita you called to stage.
They're up to something.
But what?
YOU ARE READING
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