There were... and... fuzzy suits... pudding and... Dear Lord.
Nathan didn't even know what to say. This was like some kind of bad acid trip. Not that Nathan had ever taken acid, but... he assumed this is what a bad acid trip would look like: two demonic-looking Teletubby-esque things mingling over custard.
God, what the hell do you even say at a time like this?
...Right, you say nothing. Nathan was just staring, in disbelief.
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Date: 2007-07-17 05:27 pm (UTC)Nathan didn't even know what to say. This was like some kind of bad acid trip. Not that Nathan had ever taken acid, but... he assumed this is what a bad acid trip would look like: two demonic-looking Teletubby-esque things mingling over custard.
God, what the hell do you even say at a time like this?
...Right, you say nothing. Nathan was just staring, in disbelief.
He could wake up at any time. Really. Any time.