Doom and Cookies
Why are we all the way out here? I mean, door-to-door? That's so lame. Why don't you just have your mom take 'em to work?
Cyndi, there's a reason I always sell more than you. No one else comes out this far, so I've got these roads all to myself.
*Finally, a chance to relax! Samus had been portaling equipment in and setting it up almost since she had arrived in the safe house in Maine. She had set up a white-noise generator, high-band signal scrambler, installed thermal-dampening sheeting on all the windows, the car was parked in the garage under a tarp, and she was running all the household appliances and new gear off of a portable fusion generator so she wasn't even drawing power from the local electric grid. There was no way anyone would know she was there.*
Isn't this some lady's vacation home? How do you know she's even here?
I saw her pull in yesterday, and she hasn't left since. C'mon.
I don't know why you'd want to visit some creepy lady, anyway. I heard she's scary.
Are you kidding? The way she hides out, she's probably a big CEO or the next JK Rowling or something. I'll bet she's loaded! And she's always up here alone, so she's gotta need comfort. What's more comforting than cookies?
I never thought of that.
That's why I'm the top seller.
*On top of everything else, the fragment was locked in an insulated case, hidden in one of the house's ventilation ducts. If the worst should happen, it wasn't likely anyone would be able to find it. Now she could rest and wait for Ali to call with a lead on the rest of the statue. Sinking into the couch, still wearing a tactical headset, she let her eyes drift closed for a quick nap.*
She's not answering. Are you sure she's here?
Of course she's here. No one's seen her leave. Ring the bell again.
If you're the top seller, why did I have to come?
I needed somebody to pull the wagon. And we can say you sold some of 'em, too.
Oh, thanks. What if she's asleep?
Who sleeps in the middle of the day?
My uncle Jim sleeps all morning.
Didn't you tell me your uncle Jim drinks a lot? Ring the bell again.
*The door swung open, then, revealing a wild-eyed woman wearing what looked like half a pair of glasses (the right half), pointing some kind of gun-shaped thing at the girls. A quiet, electric whine built, like a camera after the flash, and a glow in the weapon's barrel grew with it. Shocked by the occupant's sudden and strange appearance, the girls were stunned into silence. The tense moment stretched out, growing more strained until one of the girls broke it with a question.*
...Is... that a Nintendo?
Cyndi, there's a reason I always sell more than you. No one else comes out this far, so I've got these roads all to myself.
*Finally, a chance to relax! Samus had been portaling equipment in and setting it up almost since she had arrived in the safe house in Maine. She had set up a white-noise generator, high-band signal scrambler, installed thermal-dampening sheeting on all the windows, the car was parked in the garage under a tarp, and she was running all the household appliances and new gear off of a portable fusion generator so she wasn't even drawing power from the local electric grid. There was no way anyone would know she was there.*
Isn't this some lady's vacation home? How do you know she's even here?
I saw her pull in yesterday, and she hasn't left since. C'mon.
I don't know why you'd want to visit some creepy lady, anyway. I heard she's scary.
Are you kidding? The way she hides out, she's probably a big CEO or the next JK Rowling or something. I'll bet she's loaded! And she's always up here alone, so she's gotta need comfort. What's more comforting than cookies?
I never thought of that.
That's why I'm the top seller.
*On top of everything else, the fragment was locked in an insulated case, hidden in one of the house's ventilation ducts. If the worst should happen, it wasn't likely anyone would be able to find it. Now she could rest and wait for Ali to call with a lead on the rest of the statue. Sinking into the couch, still wearing a tactical headset, she let her eyes drift closed for a quick nap.*
She's not answering. Are you sure she's here?
Of course she's here. No one's seen her leave. Ring the bell again.
If you're the top seller, why did I have to come?
I needed somebody to pull the wagon. And we can say you sold some of 'em, too.
Oh, thanks. What if she's asleep?
Who sleeps in the middle of the day?
My uncle Jim sleeps all morning.
Didn't you tell me your uncle Jim drinks a lot? Ring the bell again.
*The door swung open, then, revealing a wild-eyed woman wearing what looked like half a pair of glasses (the right half), pointing some kind of gun-shaped thing at the girls. A quiet, electric whine built, like a camera after the flash, and a glow in the weapon's barrel grew with it. Shocked by the occupant's sudden and strange appearance, the girls were stunned into silence. The tense moment stretched out, growing more strained until one of the girls broke it with a question.*
...Is... that a Nintendo?