Chapter 18 A Meeting of Sorts
Playalot: *Sigh* I feel ridiculous.
Grim: Heheh, I should sneak up..
Playalot: I'm a bit nervous out here in the open.
Grim: What's to be nervous of?
Playalot: Well, unwelcome attention I guess... baddies, things that go bump in the night, I dunno...
Grim: Relax, whose going to notice two bears in the woods?
Playalot: Look, let's get down to business so I can get home... Alessandro and I have decided that the only way forward is to...
Grim: NO! No, don't tell me the details. Sheesh, what a reaper doesn't know a reaper can't tell.
Playalot: OK, well... in a general sort of way then Alessandro and I are going to get rid of the problem once and for all.
Grim: So you are both working together now?
Playalot: Yeah, I would like to say he saw the error of his ways but, yeah, that'd be stretching it.
Grim: ... err.. stretching what?
Playalot: Huh?
Grim: What did you say?
Playalot: When?
Grim: Just then?
Grim: Look, for the sake of clarity... can you just use the Queen's english please and none of this colloquial antipodean slang.
Playalot: Let's just say we tied it down and got a plan.
Grim: Who did you tie down?
Playalot: What?
Grim: No, who?
Playalot: Who what?
Grim: Oh this is ridiculous.
Playalot: Tellin me...
Grim: Let's take these stupid disguises off.
Grim: You've got helmet hair.
Playalot: It's called a new do.
Grim: *cough* Very nice.
Playalot: Hmmf.
Grim: Right, now that I can hear you properly, let's recap.... You and Alessandro have made peace, got on the same team and have a plan. Right?
Playlot: Yeah, that's sounds about right.
Grim: Great, now you know that I have to report you to the suitable authorities for planning illegal activities, right?
Playalot: Whaaaat?
Grim: Hahahaa, you should have seen your face.
Playalot: Oh that's just really funny, NOT. I'm teamed up with the funniest reaper in the simverse and his son the dude of darkness himself. My life sucks.
Grim: lol, awww it's not that bad Play.
Grim: This is just so funny....hahahhha.
Playalot: *giggle* No it's not.
Grim: LOL.. hahhhaaa...
Playalot: LOL it kinda is....
Grim: I know, right...hahahhaa... we both gonna die LOL and our names will be dragged through the mud... hahahha.
Playalot: *tears* Stop it.. LOL... *gasp* too funny!!
Playalot: Ohh... dang it Grim.
Grim: It'll work out in the end, you'll see.
Playalot: Well, it can't get much worse anyway.
Grim: I think I could get used to giving you bear hugs.
Playalot: Keep yer paws where I can see them Grim!
Playalot: K, well, count to 100 then follow me in.
Grim: Right, will do. No one is going to recognise us anyway... *shrug*
Grim: Silly as it is, this disguise IS foolproof.
Grim: I still don't see why we have to hang out in here...
Playalot: So that we can have an alibi.
Grim: Ummm, there might be a bit of a problem with that....
Playalot: No, it's perfect. There are so many bears in here no one will be able to tell which one was me.... ohhhhh. Right.
Grim: *facepalm*
