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( v i d e o 27 )

I object -. [ Stiles' voice sounds kind of strained but when the camera lifts to his face he looks as okay as he ever is. Panicked but not exactly harmed. Of course the baseball bat ( weapon of choice, hands down ) across his shoulder is covered in a slick and sickly kind of fluid. That might be a bit of a giveaway in regards to what exactly caused that pitch in his voice.

If you're a part of the City, then what he's been bashing is pretty obvious. ] I object to the Deities using Tim Burton as their spirit guide. [ Shoes squelching as he moves out of the building line, back towards where his jeep is. The noise makes his face spasm in horror. ] No wait, violently opposed. That sounds better.

[ Slithering sounds from his right and he sighs. ] Anyone got any slugicide?

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This is so gross. I don't know what to do with them, I'm sitting on my counter beating them off with a frying pan and they ate my super awesome giraffe lamp. Ugh, I need Andy. He's supposed to kill gross things for me. We're married, it's his job.

You had a super awesome giraffe lamp? [ Wait, Stilinski. Focus. ]

Uh - I take it your husband isn't in the City, right?

Yeah, It had a giraffe shaped base and a lampshade with giraffes and trees and it was kind of hideous but also great. I can't believe somebody just threw it out and now it's been eaten and we're all going to die horribly.

[April slowly begins to calm back down toward her usual apathy.]

He's not. I haven't seen anybody I know here.

Wow.

[ April you are literally his soulmate. ] We won't die horribly, I don't think. I mean we could. But that would defeat the purpose y'know? Of terrorising people.

That's true. Sometimes I forget to look at it from the perspective of what I would do if I had an entire city to terrorize, because everything that happens actually makes a lot more sense that way. And at least it's worms not spiders.

That's what I'm here for. To look into the minds of our creepy world leaders and figure out how screwed we are.

[ Lifting a filthy hand up close enough for the feed to pick up, smeared in and dripping with ooze, Clint makes a face to match Stiles' objective tone. ]

Yeah, try yanking arrow after arrow out of those things. Contrary to popular belief, the quiver doesn't refill magically. [ But if Stark ever puts in an appearance, he's seriously considering the idea of begging him to find a way. ] Need back-up or you good?

Derek.

[ He doesn't need to explain. That one syllable means he's got something bigger and scarier than sandworms with him. ] Ew, gross. I bet it's even more awful going out than it is going in, huh?

[ He's still undecided about Derek, but it's not really his place to say anything, and Stiles is still in one piece. ]

That about sums it up. Even worse when the things are still wriggling.

No don't, I'm gonna be sick.

[ He's not, but protesting it is fun. ]

You need to get yourself a strong stomach, no wonder you can't hold your liquor.

Hey.

[ Unimpressed face. ] So can.

Not when I've witnessed it. You got better at it since the last time?

Nah.

[ A little bruised from tripping over himself getting away but. ] Gross, huh?

To say the least.

[He's wrinkling his nose.]

Awh look, that's cute.

[ Sarcasm. But your face. ]

What are you talking about?

[ He wrinkles his own nose, like that's going to give him any answers. ]

Your face.

That's me - King of the Slime.

If you could call off your minions, that would be great.

I would, but y'know, kids these days.

Why are they being so rebellious?

I didn't let them have cookies before dinner?

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