Reminds me of the summer camp I went to as a little kid in Oregon. There was a pond there where we’d catch tadpoles and salamanders, and it was on the coast where we could swim in the ocean and find all sorts of things washed up on the beach. I got home after three weeks there, dropped my sleeping bag and other stuff in the front hall, and rushed back out to play with my friends, leaving my mother to toss my camp clothes in the wash and otherwise unpack. Later, I came home to find her in a state of shock. She’d opened my mess kit, one of those camping ones with two metal bowls clamped together, getting ready to wash it. And let out all my hard-caught pet salamanders! About 15 of the little lizardy-looking amphibians had crawled all over her while she’d been sitting on the edge of her bed by the laundry hamper, reportedly screaming her head off.
She was afraid to sleep in that bed for weeks. And I was mad at her for letting my pets go free for almost as long.
I still saw an occasional one of my pets in the grass on our lawn for the rest of that summer. But my Dad wouldn’t let me try to catch any of them back.
First, answer some questions:
How good are your double-takes?
Do you mind being fired from a catapult?
What sort of comic business would you perform while bursting into flame?
Could be, Marlitharn, but we haven’t found out if this is a science-fictiony type of Evil or a magicky type of Evil. So you might wind up being the supernatural psychic who tries The Wrong Solution.
Your chance for the role also depends on your feelings toward having your skull explode.
We’ve replaced Marlitharn’s crystals with Folger’s coffee crystals. Lets see what the Evil does.
We also have two other roles to cast. Dolly grip. Gets to hold the sheep. The Guy in the Rubber (suit.)
Very good nominations, Zyada. We’ll keep them in mind.
Now, as for being the Dancer at Club, answer a few questons.
Do you have any experience Pole dancing?
Do you have any experience Swede dancing?
Could you step into the trailer for an, umm, audition?
Don’t we need a Perky Cub Reporter who Keeps Hearing Strange Reports of Lights in the Sky and Strange Noises in the Woods but Keeps Getting the Run-Around from the Law?
Skeptical? I think that’s been filled already by King Nifty.
Have you noticed that the ground is sinking, slowly, where you poured the contents? And strange vapors are issuing from both the ground and your dog’s hindquarters?
Can I be the Grouchy Cynical Neighbour who starts out saying “Go ahead and get eaten! You all deserve it!” but ends up saving a smal child (or maybe a puppy) at the cost of his own life?
(And I’ll vote for Zyada as Dancer at Club. But no need for auditions, or I’ll leave you all to get eaten!)
