The One With The Chatty Cathy's: Video

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Scrad eyes their comm as the hallway passes behind them. They're doing a walk-and-talk: just like on The West Wing! That show is hilarious. Human politics.]

So. Why is everybody introducing themselves and asking if anybody's out there? Is this an invasion?

[Charlie pops onto screen and says:]

Because we, for one, welcome our new already welcomed overlords, and are eager to submit our resume. References available on request.


[Happy 4th Wall Day! 4th wall away!]

Comments

[gottaseethemall]

Oh, no, definitely not an invasion. ...unless this is the possible future where one of your heads is a vampire and the other one is a werewolf.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Scrad blinks. Charlie looks up at the ceiling. Scrad frowns. Charlie opens his mouth, then closes it again.

Congrats: they may be speachless. There's a first time for everything.]

How would that even work?

[Scrad asks, unfortunately.]

[gottaseethemall]

You only feed on animal blood. But if you asked, then we aren't in it. Good, good. I don't think K is in the mood for fighting thirsty Betelgeuses. The lack of pie can be depressing, you know.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Charlie nods sympathetically.]

Tell us about it. This hunk of junk doesn't even got a Taco Bell.

[Scrad cocks his head to the side, cause Charlie to have to slither out of the way, or get a face-full of his bodymate's hair.]

Do we know you?

[gottaseethemall]

Taco Bell... founded by Glen Bell in 1962, because his dog stands would have ruined him. Or send him to jail together with Ronald Mc Donald.

Not in this one, but I believe there's a possible future where we cross our paths in the MIB Mexican headquarters. Their tacos made by the bugs are said to be quite tasty.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

We may not be the brightest guy in the Universe-

[Scrad begins. Charlie finishes:]

But I'm pretty sure we know better than to eat something like that. And what would we be doing in MiB Mex HQ anyway?

[gottaseethemall]

You underestimate bugs' cuisine. [Shrugs.] Illegally crossing the border trying to escape form the American ones. The Agente AA almost loses a leg chasing you.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Almost?

[Scrad muses, mostly to himself. Charlie asks:]

And you were?

[gottaseethemall]

Me? I'm everywhere, every time. You asked for that particular time, I'm just visiting my agent friend. Unless you mean the one where I also I'm escaping the law, then we probably meet in jail. But most of the time I'm good, yeah, very good. J and K take care of me.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Where are you from again?

[Scrad asks.]

[gottaseethemall]

Arcadia, one of the planets destroyed by the Boglodites. Or eaten by a galactic turtle.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Scrad nods.]

Okay. Well.

[Charlie continues:]

Congrats. On the not being dead.

[gottaseethemall]

Why, thank you. Congrats to you too - making so many agents angry and getting alive out of it is quite an accomplish, if you ask me. Especially if you go against the best. Unless we're in the one you just fought the dog.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

We did not fight the dog.

[Charlie reports. They both look a little pleased with themselves. They sure do stay alive well. Scrad sighs:]

Yeah, but we're stuck here now, so.

[gottaseethemall]

So you rather go back to jail? Because the alternative isn't pretty, no, no, it isn't. Unless you find that rainbow path adn follow the pony.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Are we talking: literal pony?

[Scrad asks. Charlie says:]

Talking to you hurts a little, behind the eyes.