"Trick.treat!Trick.treat!" The elsen was hopping in place, flailing his arms under the very…uh…cheap costume.
"Boo! Boo!" He repeated, extremely excited. So fun to be wandering around looking for places to get treats in! "Trick.Treat.candy.ssshhhh-lat-ee.candy.Treat.trick!"
Assistant wheezes more and more, unsure whether to confront the spectre himself or call Mort. Mort's sleeping. Is it bad to wake someone up for this? He's still panicking, and in the midst of panicking, his skin begins to tear a bit.
THAT, was worth calling Mort for.







