Cache and Jet Black:
It's been three days now since the last Breezestorm happened. That was one of the worst in memory, right? Howling cacophonous winds and screams from the outside, battering at windows and seeping through cracks. The muzak held it back in the core, but folks around the outer sections of the Big Maul had to wear buds and phones to keep the Dance at bay. It was awful, so loud folks barely attended the Show at the AMC for days.
But that was three days ago, right? Just long enough for everyone to take a deep breath and return to their lives. Which means tonight should be a huge show. A huge show indeed!
It's morning. Or whatever time of day you declare to be morning aka cessation of sleep. When is that?
The Big Maul's muzak is playing this song:Cache:
Where do you spend your nights, somewhere in the AMC I assume? Do you sleep alone? When was the last time you watched Playboy sleep?
What were your dreams like last night?Jet Black:
You woke up in someone else's bed this morning, one of your crew. Who was it? What are you doing there? Is this a thing, does it happen often?
Tonight's show is going to be something special. It needs to be, for jingle's sake since bidness was slow for the last week. Momma gotta eat, amirite? What splendrific thing do you have spinning in your brainpan for this spectacle?