𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝘿𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙮 𝙞𝙩❕

“ . . . Alright, kid. I’ll tell you what. You come back to me, and you show me you have proof that you have a real, actual audience worthy of my time. And I will consider it.”

“I dunno. 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔?”

“Do you mean, twelve-𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 likes? Because, unless you have an entire stadium’s worth of an audience, I’m not doing it. I’m worth a lot more than that.”

“Okay, first of all, kid, morning talk shows where they gossip about which celebrity kissed who can’t handle me. What makes you think a kid can? Besides. I’m not desperate. This would kill my image… Ugh! Why am I even considering this?! Like it’s even an option!”

“Hey, wait a damn second. Weren’t you way squeakier the last time I saw you?!” Phyllis is no stranger to the concept of parallel worlds, but this one managed to take her off-guard. Especially when it came to this guy and his trio of gremlin fowl.

Angriest woman on the planet.

?????????? “Excuse me?! I’m NOT a mister! Do you three have eyes?! And no, I haven’t seen your lame duck of an uncle! Now SCRAM!”

⠀ be careful what you ask for. ⠀

New day, new outfit! 😊 Of course, he still has his sailor cap on.

“I don’t… work for any of those people… I am a professional musician… I’m just telling you… that your uncle went that way… after he left…” She GRITS her teeth, fanged dentures grinding together, causing her words to come out restrained and on the verge of snapping.

“Look. Kids. I saw him go left. That’s what I saw. I’m just—𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘩… telling you what I saw. He went that way.” Her finger darts to the left of her, down the street. Forget concerts and interview. This is her true test of composure.

“I don’t — 𝘵𝘴𝘬. I don’t 𝘧𝘶—“ Almost said a no-no word. Show some restraint, Phyllis. For once in your life, show some actual restraint, she repeats to herself in that loud, reckless head of hers. “I don’t know. That way?” She points to a direction that vaguely looks left.