The One With The Letter: Video

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Scrad and Charlie are both looking fairly awkward today, and slightly hunted. It may have something to do with the several pinatas shaped like ponies standing next to them. One of the ponies is wearing an Afro wig. Another is headless and full of Pringles potato chips.

Or it could be something else entirely. Scrad clears his throat.]

We need to speak to Kay.

[Charlie adds:]

In person.

[Scrad continues:]

So. Somebody tell him we need to do that.

Comments

Re: [Spam]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Yeah, well he can get a self-help book, because none of me is up for grabs.

[Scrad mutters, which seems to give Charlie pause. Scrad continues:]

And yeah we got that. That guy is good, man.

[Because if it's one thing they can respect... Charlie says:]

That's not completely comforting, but, uh, okay.

[Spam]

[most_feared]

Don't think too highly of him. He always gets caught.

[And while it's not comforting, it's at least honest.]

Why'd you warn me about Alpha? [It's worth asking.]

Re: [Spam]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Scrad shifts their weight awkwardly.]

If even half of what we've heard about him is true?

[Charlie concludes:]

Between you and him, we'd rather have you kicking our ass.

[Spam]

[most_feared]

Good call. I wouldn't tear Charlie off and graft him to my body.

Re: [Spam]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[They look appropriately grossed out.]

Thank...you.

[Charlie says.]

[Spam]

[most_feared]

[It's pretty fucking gross. He's not gonna lie.]

You're welcome. [Why so bizarre, Kay. He turns to head out of the den of not-green pop-culture death.]

[Spam]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

So, uh, you got a handle on all that, right?

[Scrad calls after him.]

[Spam]

[most_feared]

I'm gonna tear off every limb he's got and shove it up his ass. Don't worry about it.