Elizabeth ignored it. She chewed on her hair some more, and finally she realized what had been in the back of her mind for the past two weeks: she was engaged to two men, both named Bob. There was Bob the psychopath cadaver cutter, a human being, who she had met at the university, and Bob the creature from the black lagoon, who she had met in the mental hospital and was now sane. He preferred to be called Bobby. Elizabeth kept mixing them up. "Whatever shall I do?" she thought...
Bobby, the creature from the black lagoon, finished telling everyone why he had to kill Dr. Langee, but everyone had left. Everyone, that is, except for the family cat. There was something strange about that cat, but he couldn't put his finger on it. "Man am I tired. I'm going to get myself a drink," said the cat. Then it started to pour itself some scotch. Bobby still couldn't think of what was different about the cat...
Bob, the psycho, was down by the graveyard talking to a tree. An arm shot out of one of the graves. Bob looked over. "A friend," he hissed...
Antigone also heard the sound from the bathroom. She knew what was going on almost immediately, from years of hunting vampires. She pushed past Jeeves and rushed upstairs, only to find Mrs. Woodson hunched over the toilet crying. "It wasn't its time," she wailed, "it didn't deserve such a cruel fate!" Gornibas and Mr. Woodson were gone...
Dr. Hiffman floated around some more, wondering what to do. Then, by pure chance, she inhabitated the body of the dead toilet. "What the crap?" she shouted, not realizing the delicious pun that had just taken place...
Harold was still lying on the ground, and Dangelique was conjuring up something terrible...
(OP: Nate, October 13 2006)
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