One Squid, Two Squids.. (Open)
Looks like he wasn't in New York anymore. Not that he was supposed to be, anyway--but it was still a situation to comment on. Everything felt weird and unusual as he rose to a sitting position and glanced around the area. Darkness. Check. Weird voice explaining something about bardcodes and being here forever. Gotcha. Wait..forever was a long time. Squids tried to count on his fingers, including Otto's tentacles..and.. that was nowhere near close to forever, darn. Just when Squids had it set that he was alone, his hands felt something warm-- and tender-- yeah that was definitely another person. Deciding not to disturb the peace, he crawled out of the room, yes, on his belly and talked to no one in particular. "Heeeey, you ever been ta' Times Square? Gotta lotta stuffs, don't its? Anyways on the topic of hea' er.. how many fingers does it take to gets to forever again? I used all ten of mine, and all eight of Otto's.. but that's only eighteens,see?" Squids wasn't even sure that he was looking at anyone--maybe he was just talking to the wall so if no one talked back then at least he could forgive said wall later.