on Fourth Wall Day at Last Voyages

[fearthepackingchips]

...You're not gonna make me talk to myself, are you?


Be honest, would you even notice? Or complain?


SHUT YOUR TRAP, pardner, I got enough people in here, I don't need EXTRA voices from the peanut gallery.  And anyway, I mean somebody else in here.  There.  Writer-lady's head.  You know, pronouns get really fucked up in this business, has anybody ever noticed that before?

Maybe if I wear a disguise nobody'll notice. I know I've got a dress I've been waiting to use for AGES, and this sounds like a special occasion.


It really brings out the blue in your eyes.


That's what I said!  Thanks, crazy voice in my head!  I'm glad somebody's listening in there.  Here.  Somewhere.

What's that, Writer-lady?  ...Can I call you Evil Overlord?  I feel like that's more appropriate.  ...no?  Okay.  Well can't blame a guy for trying!

Anyway.  Didja say something about Bea being there?  I heard you chatting with somebody.  'Cause if she is, then I'm gonna have to get a nicer dress.

I can bring my guns though, right?  Pleeeeease?  I promise I'll be good!

Comments

[megamind]

Yeah, uh, I'm not really looking for en Evil Overlady and the moment. Kinda enjoying the swinging single thing.

[fearthepackingchips]

Aw, but I already started working on the invitations! It's kinda too late now, I'm booked every other day.

...what's your favorite color?

[megamind]

Black, duh.

... wait, what invitations?

[fearthepackingchips]

Nice. Classy. Personally I prefer red, but not everybody can pull it off. Black looks good on everybody, it might detract from that big bulbous thing on your shoulders.

...and your forehead.

The invitations to the wedding, of course! Mr and Mrs Evil Overlord. It's gonna be the party of the century, I promise. Probably the next one too.

[megamind]

Whoa whoa whoa. Back up the truck, there. While I respect your sporty choice in villainy attire and your initiative, I don't even know who she is.

Also, there's this whole 'last relationship I had blew up in my face.' ... actually, so did my last one on the ship, too, and--

Look, I'm just not ready to commit right now, okay?

[fearthepackingchips]

She's...my Writer-lady. I don't know, I don't talk to her. I just live here. But she's probably a wonderful person. You'd like her.

And what's wrong with relationships blowing up in your face? Mine do too. ...well, usually they end with them trying to kill me, but hey. Explosions would be so much cooler. Maybe next time!

You really need to work on that. I'm pretty sure they're not supposed to kill you.

Oh, shaddup. What do you know.

[...yes, he did just talk to himself. Empty air. Silence, fiend.]

Who's talking about commitment? You know Hollywood weddings, right? Hang on for a week then get a divorce. It's easy!

[megamind]

The last one gave me acid burns. I'm really not up for any more... maim... ing. [ oh god this one is totally nuts what the hell is up with this ]

Or working the way to murder.

Look, uh. Why don't you get back to, uhm, the invitations and i'll... get back to you on the rest, okay?

[fearthepackingchips]

Well it's not like I intentionally go for the homicidal ones. But them's the breaks.

You mean it?? Oh, you won't regret it. You'll make such a cute couple. And it'll be such a beautiful wedding, I might cry.

...although that could be the teargas.

[Yes. He's grinning through his mask.]