Oh. Well in that case I suppose you hit the nail on the head.
[The rings she blows out get a grin out of him, a bit of a snicker. Already the high is snaking around his bones, singing soothing melodies to his muscles. Release, unwind, bask in the mellow of this mystical shade. He traces the fine bones of Sandra's cheek and nose with half-lidded eyes. Her lips. He follows that stretching leg too. He's thought it before and he'll think it again: it's a real crime a woman like this is shut away inside the crystal for eternity. A God damn shame for her sake, and for the rest of humanity's sake too.]
No. Or in a fashion, yes, but only in the sense that self-entertainment was half of it. I was real shit at them to start with. When I was a kid I wanted to be a big time ventriloquist. You ever heard of that? Where a guy has a puppet and he throws his voice, and it seems like the sound is coming from its mouth? His own isn't supposed to move.
[Richie launches upright, the fire of the old hobby lighting in him once more.] Paul Winchell hosted this kid's show with a pair of dummies on each leg, and I was winded at the sight of it. I must have been about five? Six, maybe? Really quite young, but the novelty stuck with me long enough that I never let it go, even if the public did. It's all outdated now, you'd look like a real turd trying to scrap for laughs with an old fashioned puppet perched on your lap.
Anyway, it bled into doing comedy on the radio. That's more modern. A lot like the phones, but it's a call you can dial into and leave on, playing music, giving the news, audio-dramas and comedy shows. The works. That's where I made my fortune. Took to it like a duck to water.
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[The rings she blows out get a grin out of him, a bit of a snicker. Already the high is snaking around his bones, singing soothing melodies to his muscles. Release, unwind, bask in the mellow of this mystical shade. He traces the fine bones of Sandra's cheek and nose with half-lidded eyes. Her lips. He follows that stretching leg too. He's thought it before and he'll think it again: it's a real crime a woman like this is shut away inside the crystal for eternity. A God damn shame for her sake, and for the rest of humanity's sake too.]
No. Or in a fashion, yes, but only in the sense that self-entertainment was half of it. I was real shit at them to start with. When I was a kid I wanted to be a big time ventriloquist. You ever heard of that? Where a guy has a puppet and he throws his voice, and it seems like the sound is coming from its mouth? His own isn't supposed to move.
[Richie launches upright, the fire of the old hobby lighting in him once more.] Paul Winchell hosted this kid's show with a pair of dummies on each leg, and I was winded at the sight of it. I must have been about five? Six, maybe? Really quite young, but the novelty stuck with me long enough that I never let it go, even if the public did. It's all outdated now, you'd look like a real turd trying to scrap for laughs with an old fashioned puppet perched on your lap.
Anyway, it bled into doing comedy on the radio. That's more modern. A lot like the phones, but it's a call you can dial into and leave on, playing music, giving the news, audio-dramas and comedy shows. The works. That's where I made my fortune. Took to it like a duck to water.