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gone_byebyeThe door opens onto an expanse of asphalt, steel, and glass. Nearby a sign reads:
WELCOME TO WHITE FLINT MALL
BEST PRICES IN THE DC AREA
4708 BETHESDA AVENUE
CHEVY CHASE, MD
It's a big parking lot, with the mall itself only visible off in the distance. Ray gives it the squint-eye before turning to the others. "Okay, people," he says. "This is it. Johnny says it's underground. Egon's best estimates indicate three miles down. Are we good?"
WELCOME TO WHITE FLINT MALL
BEST PRICES IN THE DC AREA
4708 BETHESDA AVENUE
CHEVY CHASE, MD
It's a big parking lot, with the mall itself only visible off in the distance. Ray gives it the squint-eye before turning to the others. "Okay, people," he says. "This is it. Johnny says it's underground. Egon's best estimates indicate three miles down. Are we good?"
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Date: 2006-06-22 06:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-22 06:23 pm (UTC)He then smirked, "So what, our old pal secretly a woman? That true, Peck? You doing the Mary Hoover routine with a dress, lingerie, and heels?"
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Date: 2006-06-22 06:29 pm (UTC)Winston, who is far more sensible and much better equipped to protect his own sanity, kicks Peter in the shins instead. "I gotta live with that image in my head now," he says. "You owe me a new brain."
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Date: 2006-06-22 06:45 pm (UTC)Mr. Peck, I'd just like to apologize for the crudity of my associates' insults.
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Date: 2006-06-22 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-22 07:05 pm (UTC)Sadly, we were pressed for time. And even if we hadn't been, it's difficult to come up with insults that would do you justice, Mr. Peck. I'm sure you understand.
You miserable vomitous mass.
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Date: 2006-06-23 02:22 am (UTC)"I see you stumbled quite nicely into my associates' arms, Peck," Foxtrot says. "I'm certain they've been hospitable."
The small smile breaks into a grin. "Okay, Great God Ray! Do you wanna complete the set? I think the Big Boss needs a little personal tutoring in manners, too."
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Date: 2006-06-23 02:45 am (UTC)Winston accepts the camera, smiling. "No problem, buddy."
"Thank you." Ray steps forward, waving up to Fido briefly before turning his attention back to Peck. "Sir, you might think that I of all people would have the most, best reason to bowl you over with aspersions cast upon your ancestry, your recreational proclivities, your choice of personal attire, your hygiene, and so on and so forth. Lord knows I was sure tempted to think on the subject during those three weeks in Montana, when I wasn't getting over my aversion to the desecration of the printed word by telling myself it was only Jean Auel. Sorely. Tempted."
He rolls his head briefly from side to side.
"But the thing is... I've seen things you've never seen and never will. I've done things you've never done, and will never be able to do. I've talked to people you'd never in a million years be able to even consider speaking to. I've gone toe-to-tentacle with Great Cthulhu and I'm still compos mentis, I've fallen off the Shandor Building twice and survived both times, and I-"
He doesn't even stop talking. He just hauls off and CRACK! slugs Peck across the face.
"-am way better at getting the drop on people than you."
He shakes out his hand and turns to the others. "I don't know about you," Ray says, "but I feel a hundred percent better."
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Date: 2006-06-23 02:54 am (UTC)Faint sounds of heavy, running feet can be heard echoing down the corridor through the frelling big hole Naraht made in the wall.
"Hmmm...and, as fun as this is, perhaps it's time we moved on."
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Date: 2006-06-23 03:30 am (UTC)*A thoughtful pause.*
Well.
We could.