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

[flashy_magic]

Yeah, Kay. Either way, you'd still have been on the planet while it was being swooped in and conquered, and I doubt the Kylothians would be interested in keeping your TV shows on the air. And being on Earth, you'd probably have gotten enslaved yourself.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Charlie rolls his eyes and says:]

No kidding, genius, that's why I said no boom. Earth is where we keep all our stuff, you know.

[flashy_magic]

Yeah, what I'm trying to work out is why Scrad thought the bomb would be a good idea.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Scrad looks angrily at their shoes.]

I didn't think it was a good idea; I thought it was a better idea than disobeying an order given by somebody who, as far as we knew, smoked the only people who could stop her twice. Because that kinda thing woulda gotten back to her light-speed fast, and we could have said 'hi' to a De-Atomizer between both of our eyes!

[flashy_magic]

Well, that's good at least. You could have always run off, I doubt she'd have gone to the trouble of finding out what happened to you.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Sure she would have.

[Scrad declares, morbidly.]

[flashy_magic]

How long would that have taken? You guys can have control over your own life, you know. There were options. Granted, going to the MiB for protection would have been hard after certain things happened, but there's always going on the run. Sure, she might have been able to track you, but that means side tracking from her thing with Laura to do it.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Who knows? That's the thing, when someone puts a hit out on you: you don't know!

[Scrad says. Charlie nods reluctantly.]

He does have a point.

[flashy_magic]

So you're thinking she'd put a hit out on you and just leave? How would she even know if anyone collected it?

[twoheadsofcabbage]

She probably woulda made them send her our heads in a crate or something.

[Charlie suggests. Scrad runs a hand over his face.]

Can we stop talking about this?

[flashy_magic]

Sure. At least for now. I'd kind of like you guys to think of ways to get out of that sort of thing without doing what someone like that says, though. And without dying, of course.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

...You-

[Says Scrad.]

Want us-

[Says Charlie.]

To think?

[Finishes Scrad. Warden-man: you be tripping.]

[flashy_magic]

Yeah!

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Scrad says, reluctantly:]

Okay, but it was your idea.

[flashy_magic]

And I'm sticking with it.