Even if he doesn’t know it. We – well, it was mostly me, Jemima’s too stupid to be able to do it on her own – faked a message from him to the MS. It was all “Emergency! Come right over, I need your help!” Now, the ex-CT lives in a creepy little shack two towns over, so the MS will be gone for a couple of hours at least.
And then, POW!! SMACK!!! BAM!!!!
I’ll smack you in a minute, Jemima. For all that whining about my comic books, you sure read them often enough. I expect you enjoy all the violence and gore.
What else is there?
Typical girl. Look at the machines and cool gadgets they have? What would Batman be without the Batmobile and all his other stuff? Just some stuck-up rich old guy in a silly suit, that’s where.
Boring.
The machines are NOT boring. They’re the best part!
I didn’t mean them, I meant you! When are we going to get to smash stuff? I want to smash stuff!
If you’d stop coming over here to bother me, and stayed at the window like I told you, you’d be able to see when the MS leaves. Then we could go over.
What happens if he just uses the telephone to speak to the ex-CT like any normal person?
I’ve been doing some research on that twin. He’s even more freakish than the half living next door. He’s all into this hippy-living-on-the-land rubbish. No TV at all! So he doesn’t have a phone or a computer like normal people. I think he used to, but there’s a big blank in his life before 5 years ago. I wonder what he was doing…?
Wheeeeee! I don’t care Jack. He’s gone, look at him go! I hope he gets a speeding ticket. A really really enormous one, like Mum got when you put jet-fuel in the car.
Let’s not bring that up again, I’m trying to forget it. She still won’t let me have the rest – I didn’t use the whole drum, you know.
But that’s enough of that. Get your stuff, Jemima, we’re going in. I have a plan.
