[Richie only flips the book to the next page, squaring up a second picture with the man before him. (Slender, and effeminate in the same way Prior moved. The accent had to be affected or annexed from old timey movies, make no beans about it.)]

Looks like it to me. But maybe I'm seeing things. [As Peter makes his way over Richie finds his fingertips tracing over the black-lined shapes along the page. The monster in particular nabs his attention: some goobery looking thing that Ed Wood imagined space terrors to be. Too many limbs and eyes to manage much of anything, let alone world domination.

Yet he can't forget where he is. When he is. What the people around him are like.]

Where's the part where you grill up cosmic calamari? I'm sick of looking at this ugly thing.