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

[alpha_of_mib]

Obsequious and idiotic as ever.

Scrad. Charlie. [Alpha looks at them both in turn, although he lingers a little longer on Charlie with a gaze like there's a part of him contemplating how he would go about cutting Charlie from Scrad's body.]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Thank you?

[Scrad says, hesitantly. Charlie withdraws slightly into their backpack. He sees that look. He doesn't like it. He asks:]

Do we know you?

[alpha_of_mib]

For an information broker, you're woefully uninformed.

But I certainly know you. [Alpha keeps track of all the resident aliens on Earth.] Serleena's little pet.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

It's pretty widely agreed that we don't know everything.

[Charlie says, generously. Scrad says:]

Serleena's dead.

[alpha_of_mib]

It's widely agreed that you're an inept waste of oxygen as well. I imagine the two correlate. What good is it to have two heads if you use only a quarter of both of them? [If Alpha had more heads, you bet he'd put them to use.]

Agent Kay killed her, I presume?

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[They both hang their heads a little, even if it's nothing they haven't heard before.]

Yeah, probably. Him or Jay.

[Scrad reports.]

Maybe both.

[Charlie suggests.]

Threadjack!

[flashy_magic]

Hey, back off my inmate!