[ trucy is lucky to have clapped her hands over her mouth when the mad witch and/or zombie bride(?) burst through the parlor doors. she otherwise would have screamed. when she sees the madwoman raving at no one and making her way behind the counter, trucy quickly scrambles beneath one of the tables. she grips the table's center column like it's the mast of an unmoored, sinking sailboat, and rosamund is the shadow swimming circles under the water's surface. what is even going on here?
still, trucy can't help but give her rapt attention to rosamund when she grabs the scoop and downs a helping of ice cream. she's almost impressed before the terrifying lady collapses onto the counter.
this is the perfect opportunity to escape. trucy can forgo her attempt to make the perfect milkshake and get out of here before that woman can wake up. maybe she should whack her with something for good measure, just to keep her down for a while? or maybe she should tie her hands behind her back so she can't cause anymore damage? trucy's been working on tying proper knots, after all.
but no. trucy knows the pain of brain frozen. not even an insane zombie witch should have to endure something like that.
she slides out from beneath the table and quickly gets to her feet. ]
Hold on!
[ she scurries up to the counter, stopping only at a safe distance from the heap. ]
Quick! Push your tongue on the roof of your mouth! Do it really hard!
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still, trucy can't help but give her rapt attention to rosamund when she grabs the scoop and downs a helping of ice cream. she's almost impressed before the terrifying lady collapses onto the counter.
this is the perfect opportunity to escape. trucy can forgo her attempt to make the perfect milkshake and get out of here before that woman can wake up. maybe she should whack her with something for good measure, just to keep her down for a while? or maybe she should tie her hands behind her back so she can't cause anymore damage? trucy's been working on tying proper knots, after all.
but no. trucy knows the pain of brain frozen. not even an insane zombie witch should have to endure something like that.
she slides out from beneath the table and quickly gets to her feet. ]
Hold on!
[ she scurries up to the counter, stopping only at a safe distance from the heap. ]
Quick! Push your tongue on the roof of your mouth! Do it really hard!