Chapter Six Page 20
I hate drawing helicopters. Why do I keep coming up with plots that require them?
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Someone from the Bennett campaign: Aaht, ahh you theah? C’mon, pick up!
Poe: Master, to get rid of the Rabbit, they’ve called in . . .
Miranda: I don’t care.
Poe: But . . . Tracking these things used to make you so happy . . .
Miranda: Well, it doesn’t any more, okay? Leave me alone!
Official: Police. Area in front of the station is clear of pedestrians and gawkers. You’re free to land any time. Please make it quick.
Ann Walker: Did that radio say they’re calling in an expert?
Tiger: Yes, but it’s not you.
Ann Walker: Oh, good. In that case, be a dear and freshen my martini.
Sparrow: It isn’t . . . It can’t be . . . !
It’s the evil twin from two seasons ago! And he’s RIGHT BEHIND YOU!!
Huh, Bennett is working with a Kennedy.
Also: EEEEEEEE! Time to kick ass and take names!
Nah, that’s just a thick Boston Accent. Which, when written down, makes the person look like either they have a bad lisp, or they’re mentally incompetent.
At least it’s not a Western Mass accent. Then it feels like you’ve found out where all the Rs went. Instead of “I pahk my cah in Hahvahd yahd” it’s “I had an idear about a sofar.”
Here’s a wild guess on Cybele’s master: it’s Bennett’s secret husband, Jon Cohen, who has nothing to do with a certain Daily Show host, just like Bennett has nothing to do with a certain faux pundit…
No!! Not the evil twin from two seasons ago!!!