The Smith Brothers were once upon a time considered the Beards Who Made Poughkeepsie Famous. In many a world, their old factory has long since shut down and their product is now manufactured in Chicago. Not so here; the same factory continues to operate, churning out lozenges by the gross.
Or they do during the day, anyway. Tonight the place is crawling with security. Who knew that non-prescription cough drops needed so many guardians?
Or they do during the day, anyway. Tonight the place is crawling with security. Who knew that non-prescription cough drops needed so many guardians?
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Date: 2007-11-01 04:11 am (UTC)*Under the circumstances, it's contagious.*
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Date: 2007-11-01 04:21 am (UTC)One of them is saying "Screw it, I was gonna quit anyway," and pulling a flask out of his pocket. "Hey! Any of you guys want a snort?"
The goat sized cough drop monster is quietly gorbling towards the gate, but it's starting to lose heart.
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Date: 2007-11-01 04:23 am (UTC)In the meantime?
She's a little too busy with those giggles.
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Date: 2007-11-01 04:35 am (UTC)Okay. The Ark definitely wasn't there, and whatever was has been pretty well broken up.
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Date: 2007-11-01 04:38 am (UTC)She hops off of Francis and dusts herself off, taking a moment to rearrange her hair ribbon, which has gotten somewhat mussed. (Shh. Hair ribbons are totally stealthy.)
"I feel sort of bad for leaving them to deal with the cough-drop monster, but I suppose there's not much to be done about it by now. I think it's safe to say we've completed our mission."
Bright smile.
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Date: 2007-11-01 04:51 am (UTC)"Guys? This is Ecto. You'd better get up here ASAP."
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Date: 2007-11-02 02:30 am (UTC)*And they're off.*