((Guilty please, yes. XD))
We made our way over to the hole in the wall--though regrettably, this one had no libations but stale swampwater to offer. I took my hat off my human head and wrung it out; my sister did the Dry-Off Shimmy and soaked that suffering Shielupe even more.
Now I had names. Sopheria. Stephanie. Lotta "s"s. Not bad.
I sad down next to Sopheria, giving her eyes. I thought she might like to warm up a little, after all. And I'm nice and cuddly--just like a teddy bear. I cleared my throught. "So, what--"
My sister cut me off. Blast that skirt. "We caim out here lookin' fer a fella what calls 'imself Andre Bacall. We run a charity service, and from the sound o' it, he needed our help. Sez he's a Sulkuhna on the fax he gave us, but sez he ain't never had a sorry day in his life. Couldn't stand being laughed at, so 'e moved out here. That's where we come in!"
"Yeah. Regular superheroes, we are," I said. "The weak, the downtrodden, the blah blah. That kinda mumbo-jumbo. Now as for you ladies..."
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