“Oh, crap,” said Freddy. “The soufflé collapsed.”
There was a thump from behind him. Jason leaned on the counter with both arms, head hanging down. The chicken he’d speared flopped limply on the cutting board.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” said Freddy hurriedly. “We can do this. People change careers all the time. We just need more eggs.”
Something shrieked and a chitinous form skittered in, dripping green slime from its teeth. It hissed.
“Look,” said Freddy. “Either we’re all in this together or we might as well head back for five more remakes of remakes of sequels. It’s just practice.”
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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