It's a good thing Merlin got his hand out of the way when he did, because the memory lurches forward with a shout.
"What the hell, GOODLIFFE?" Celestial screeches. Iago puts his hand on her shoulder for support and she shoves it off forcefully.
"I didn't mean to! I just—" he splutters.
"You couldn't turn like thirty degrees to the left?? You had to—you HAD to—YOU HAD TO—"
"Uh." Three feet away, a funnel cake vendor stands just outside the door to the booth, paper dish of funnel cake in one hand. "Do either yinz still want this, or, uh."
"Dear god, no," Celestial snaps, while Iago perks up.
"Oh hell yeah, I got room now."
As Iago grabs his ill-advised second serving, the door to the funnel cake booth stands ajar, leading not to a minimum wage job in a booth but to Peckenpaugh's auditorium.
[MEMORY COMPLETE. Replies met, linchpin found. You can continue to thread here or head back to Peckenpaugh through the portal.]
MEMORY: Not The Shoes! - COMPLETE!
"What the hell, GOODLIFFE?" Celestial screeches. Iago puts his hand on her shoulder for support and she shoves it off forcefully.
"I didn't mean to! I just—" he splutters.
"You couldn't turn like thirty degrees to the left?? You had to—you HAD to—YOU HAD TO—"
"Uh." Three feet away, a funnel cake vendor stands just outside the door to the booth, paper dish of funnel cake in one hand. "Do either yinz still want this, or, uh."
"Dear god, no," Celestial snaps, while Iago perks up.
"Oh hell yeah, I got room now."
As Iago grabs his ill-advised second serving, the door to the funnel cake booth stands ajar, leading not to a minimum wage job in a booth but to Peckenpaugh's auditorium.
[MEMORY COMPLETE. Replies met, linchpin found. You can continue to thread here or head back to Peckenpaugh through the portal.]