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[ Alex is holding his phone in a selfie video shot. He’s in his street clothes, hence no glitter or sequins, but there is… something perched on his shoulder. ]
Hello, hello! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I see you’ve all been terribly busy, what with traffic problems and power outages and echoing back pastry and —
HEADS STRAIGHT UP THEIR ASSES!
[ The something just talked. It’s a doll: a creepy, horrible doll that just now seemed to come alive. Alex shifts the camera angle, so her maniacal grin is more clearly visible. ]
Ha! Ha! Ha! Goodness, Emily. You naughty girl! Nobody likes to be reminded how short-sighted and parochial they are. So, without further ado…
There’s been another murder, ho-hum for Vegas, right? A Thomas Lowry from Colorado here for a convention. Sound familiar to anybody? I never saw him on the network, so I don’t believe he was part of our little club, but who knows? Anywaaaay! Shot in the heart and found in a gondola in the Venetian.
In other news, the pink light came back, and this time it seems to be here to stay. Unfortunately it’s been encouraging our latest batch of —
SICK MORONS!
— eccentrics, who were already abnormally excited by the murders. And finally… hm well. I suppose I might as well show you this, cos I was there.
[ He scrolls through his video clips, finally clicking on one of them. He speaks in a voice-over, above the muted sounds of shrieking: ]
The local shellfish decided getting boiled in a pot wasn’t quite what they wanted out of life, and… well…. as you can see…
[ The Bellagio fountain is roiling with crustaceans: crabs pour over the sides of the fountain, and scuttle sideways away. Lobsters wave their great claws, balefully. One of them manages to clamber up a railing, jump down and pinch an eager acolyte of “Children of the Shell” in the ass. ]
Ha! Ha! Ha! It’s very amusing, isn’t it Emily? But nothing particularly out of the ordinary for Vegas, right? And certainly not worth a trip down here, to sort out what’s going on.
[ His voice is sounding increasingly strained. ]
Right, well. Carry on! And I just wanted to say —
[ Emily hurls herself at the phone, filling the frame with her fixed, awful grin, whilst screaming: ]
GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE, YOU SUPERHERO IDIOTS!
Hello, hello! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I see you’ve all been terribly busy, what with traffic problems and power outages and echoing back pastry and —
HEADS STRAIGHT UP THEIR ASSES!
[ The something just talked. It’s a doll: a creepy, horrible doll that just now seemed to come alive. Alex shifts the camera angle, so her maniacal grin is more clearly visible. ]
Ha! Ha! Ha! Goodness, Emily. You naughty girl! Nobody likes to be reminded how short-sighted and parochial they are. So, without further ado…
There’s been another murder, ho-hum for Vegas, right? A Thomas Lowry from Colorado here for a convention. Sound familiar to anybody? I never saw him on the network, so I don’t believe he was part of our little club, but who knows? Anywaaaay! Shot in the heart and found in a gondola in the Venetian.
In other news, the pink light came back, and this time it seems to be here to stay. Unfortunately it’s been encouraging our latest batch of —
SICK MORONS!
— eccentrics, who were already abnormally excited by the murders. And finally… hm well. I suppose I might as well show you this, cos I was there.
[ He scrolls through his video clips, finally clicking on one of them. He speaks in a voice-over, above the muted sounds of shrieking: ]
The local shellfish decided getting boiled in a pot wasn’t quite what they wanted out of life, and… well…. as you can see…
[ The Bellagio fountain is roiling with crustaceans: crabs pour over the sides of the fountain, and scuttle sideways away. Lobsters wave their great claws, balefully. One of them manages to clamber up a railing, jump down and pinch an eager acolyte of “Children of the Shell” in the ass. ]
Ha! Ha! Ha! It’s very amusing, isn’t it Emily? But nothing particularly out of the ordinary for Vegas, right? And certainly not worth a trip down here, to sort out what’s going on.
[ His voice is sounding increasingly strained. ]
Right, well. Carry on! And I just wanted to say —
[ Emily hurls herself at the phone, filling the frame with her fixed, awful grin, whilst screaming: ]
GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE, YOU SUPERHERO IDIOTS!