What? [Hollered with all the elegance of a geriatric sans hearing aids. But it's speaking English, and when the figure moves forward Richie can start to make a clearer outline. Thank the heavens, it's a man in a parka.
When he speaks again, Richie does a double take. It sounds like...but that can't be true. Steve would have recognized his voice even through all blizzard howling and obfuscating winter apparel.]
When else will I get the experience of swimming through a snowman's asshole? [Richie's shaking in his parka though, and he takes the offered arm with his free hand. The one holding the blue light stays out, a feeble attempt to keep lighting the way. His palm underneath feels icy cold, and he wonders for a moment if the light isn't giving off chills instead of heat.] Are we there yet?
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When he speaks again, Richie does a double take. It sounds like...but that can't be true. Steve would have recognized his voice even through all blizzard howling and obfuscating winter apparel.]
When else will I get the experience of swimming through a snowman's asshole? [Richie's shaking in his parka though, and he takes the offered arm with his free hand. The one holding the blue light stays out, a feeble attempt to keep lighting the way. His palm underneath feels icy cold, and he wonders for a moment if the light isn't giving off chills instead of heat.] Are we there yet?