[It's nothing more than a blip of static in the prime time broadcast, buckaroo. He's just having a hard time comprehending this acid trip. The benign slant to it all almost makes it worse. Unjustifiable. If something would do the courtesy of jumping out at them it would at least make more sense.
Richie frowns, following after and feeling a shiver as all the phantom repeats edge forward too. A conga line of little men drifting off, smaller and smaller and smaller...]
Seems a little pointless, don't you think? We already know what's behind door number two, and three, and four. Wanna take a bet on four hundred and sixty two?
[And the room is exactly the same. The doors all shut behind them once they're through (thank fuck) and they're left with the precocious duo and their genteel serenade.]
What's the deal, anyhow? All this stuff. [He takes a finger to a dusty book. It feels unpleasant to the touch, even if none of the debris comes off when he runs it along that fuzz-laden cover.] Neither one of your clothes fit, either. I thought you were royalty.
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Richie frowns, following after and feeling a shiver as all the phantom repeats edge forward too. A conga line of little men drifting off, smaller and smaller and smaller...]
Seems a little pointless, don't you think? We already know what's behind door number two, and three, and four. Wanna take a bet on four hundred and sixty two?
[And the room is exactly the same. The doors all shut behind them once they're through (thank fuck) and they're left with the precocious duo and their genteel serenade.]
What's the deal, anyhow? All this stuff. [He takes a finger to a dusty book. It feels unpleasant to the touch, even if none of the debris comes off when he runs it along that fuzz-laden cover.] Neither one of your clothes fit, either. I thought you were royalty.