#lifeafterlaughter

[chemighoul]

Hey, you still living with Dr. Crane? How's he doing?

Still throwing way schway Halloween parties, that’s how. A night at the club just isn’t the same after you spend it curbstomping the undead: if the bass wasn’t rattling their bones, my boots sure did.

Gotta hand it to Miss Harleen, she can throw down like a pro. We were going to go perform some entirely legal Saturday morning quality hijinks, but plans change. Ice cream in a K-Mart parking lot was a good cool-down after things re-died back down.

Now, apparently the doc’s put on a fashion show, so you can go ask him about all that.

[chemighoul]

Hey, what's new? It's been a while since you or Crane did anything.

Thanks, and same, even if it’s kinda late. Things have been busy here behind the scenes.

I’ve been busy getting to look after Ms Harley’s boys, Bud and Lou. It’s kind of a hold-up against progress in my own projects, but what the hell, it’s nice to have these guys around. Reminds me of Woof on his low days: he’d kinda forget himself here and there when he got a fresh hit of genes or a bad night of sleep.

She’s doing okay, from what I last saw when I brought these guys in for visitation day.