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[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles started setting everything up as soon as he got into the room, starting with the TV and DVD, before heading off to the desk, tossing the letter on it for further reading later. He started rifling through the drawers before finding exactly what he was looking for. The pipe, weed, and a small tin labelled Altoids.

"Atta man, Old-me, know where

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[cheevy]

It IS creepy, even though Miniver's never been anywhere near a tornado. The screen is doing its job to enhance what his HEAD is starting to do. He loops his arms around Pickles' shoulders and nuzzles his hair, eyes wide at the screen.

"'S fuckin' art," he murmurs.

[dingdongdoodily]

He was covering up his real fright with fake fright. It was his only real defense to something this eerily synched. "It's fuckin' crazy, is what it is."

Silence after she opens the door. And then... CH-CHING! COLOR!!

Pickles laughed and pointed at the screen again, cheering, "Oh holy SHIT Yes!"
He laughed at the synching of footfalls (Which he knew from experience were hard to accomplish INTENTIONALLY for music videos, much less for something unintentional) and the bubble of Glinda coming down at "Good Goody Bullshit". This was just too much.

[cheevy]

Miniver bops to the music a bit, watching the screen over the pipe for a few moments before handing it off to Pickles, giggling at Glinda's appearance. The giggling rises to laughter when the Munchkins start dancing in perfect time to the screeching electric guitar.

"Jesus, if I wasn't high, I'd be high watching this."

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles insists that the giggles are contageous and he sets the pipe aside, because between the two of them, they were plenty well off just as stoned as they were. That and the dancing midgets were freakin' him out again.

"Seriously. What the hell is this? I'm going to have to fuckin' suckerpunch Candy when I see him next time. This is his fault, you know."

After Money ended, and the next song started, it got moderately mundane for a moment. He grabbed the bottle of booze closest to him and took a swig.
Then the ballet dancing Munchkins started dancing to the beat and he gaped again. "Holy fucking hell, okay, this is... Impossible. Fuckin'.. No. Can't happen. Unless Pink Floyd actually did this shit intentionally, there ain't no way. Oh shit their legs are kickin' to the beat."

[cheevy]

And the ballerinas kneel at ordinary men and the three boys hand off the lollypop at you and the music swells as the crowd moves and Miniver is about to make a grab for the booze when the Wicked Witch appears PERFECTLY on cue with Black... and the camera switches to Dorothy ...and blue... staying long enough for a pun about witches. And Glinda ducks to whisper into Dorothy's ear Have you heard...? and the feet disappear and the great back and forth is choreographed around the round and round of the ruby slippers... the battle of words between the witches... and it just... keeps... going, hitting cue after impossible cue and holding Miniver frozen in wordless fascination.

"Holy Christ," he manages to whisper during the sax solo, grabing the bottle and knocking it back.