"Let's all go to the lobby, let's all go to the lobby; let's all go to the lobby, and get ourselves some beer." Whistler sang along to the dancing hot dog, adding his own take on what he felt was more appropriate fare for the evening.
He was most happy with the classics; they took pains to get the physics right. Not like that movie he'd seen two months ago, Fright Night. A late-night TV horror host as vampire slayer? Seriously? The Agent wished more people shared a passion for good old fashioned scares.
Like the girl sitting atop the pumpkin to his right. Maybe there was hope for the latest generation? Whistler tipped his beer towards the brunette, a sign of respect.
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He was most happy with the classics; they took pains to get the physics right. Not like that movie he'd seen two months ago, Fright Night. A late-night TV horror host as vampire slayer? Seriously? The Agent wished more people shared a passion for good old fashioned scares.
Like the girl sitting atop the pumpkin to his right. Maybe there was hope for the latest generation? Whistler tipped his beer towards the brunette, a sign of respect.