An Appointment With An Anomaly

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: If it's mas-culine, no.

#46: Gilda, she doesn't want your posters, alright?

Gilda: Oh... well, how about that cat-eared boy in the spandex?

[Ookalf]

If you're still talking about one of the posters, she just said I don't want them... *Circe briefly looks around the room for this cat-eared boy.*

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: *giggles* Sillyhead. I'm talking about the one who took me to the hos-pital!

#46: Put you in the hospital. Not quite the same thing.

[Ookalf]

Ah, him. ...Yeah, I don't need him either.

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: *quizzical* You don't want a first-person parspective?

#46: Perspective, Gilda.

Gilda: Yeah, that.

[Ookalf]

...You're saying you want to tell me about what happened, right? I guess that wouldn't be bad...

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: Okay~. I was watching TV while working, but they inter-rupted it for... ...commercy?...

#46: Close enough.

Gilda: So we had food and drink commercy on the TV. Over and over and over.

[Ookalf]

Right, that tends to happen when you watch TV... So where does Pepsiman come into this?

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: *sounds genuinely curious* What do you think happens to someone who sees too many drink commercys?

#46: Sounds like a hint, my lady.

((OOC: I'll get to the rest of these later. I've got some work to do. ))

[Ookalf]

...Well, you'd probably start thinking about that drink a lot, right?

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: *nod-nods* Uh-huh. I was feeling thirsty. VERY thirsty. Then the weirrrdest thing happened: some people started singing outside.

[Ookalf]

Singing? ...Are you sure they weren't screaming?

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: Posy-tive. They were singing. Definitely singing.

[Ookalf]

OK... Were they singing the Pepsiman song, by any chance?

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: I don't know. By the time it happened, there was already a giant hole in my wall.