[ martin laughs a little, just because it feels like it's rare to be the one to get one up on beetlejuice, but he'll follow closely behind. ]
How long have you had her?
How long have you had her?
[ 'worringly' is absolutely correct, but martin is close behind. ]
How old are you, anyway?
How old are you, anyway?
[He looks at the communicator.
He looks at Betelgeuse's lack of pants.
He hears Rhys over the speakerphone.
....]
Are you having phone sex in my living room!?
He looks at Betelgeuse's lack of pants.
He hears Rhys over the speakerphone.
....]
Are you having phone sex in my living room!?
I can definitely try.
[ but the color starts draining from him the moment they have an actionable plan in place. snakes are fine, but he hates worms, especially the kind that lunge and bite. he'll grab the plunger and try not to act like he's shaken by this stupid scenario. ]
I won't hurt her. [ on purpose ]
[ but the color starts draining from him the moment they have an actionable plan in place. snakes are fine, but he hates worms, especially the kind that lunge and bite. he'll grab the plunger and try not to act like he's shaken by this stupid scenario. ]
I won't hurt her. [ on purpose ]
[Oh no.
Oh no don't laugh.
Rhys CLEARS HIS THROAT OVER THE COMMUNICATOR:]
So anyway we were thinking maybe tomorrow night? For dinner?
[THAT'S ALL THIS WAS, JUST INNOCENT DINNER PLANS BEING MADE.]
Oh no don't laugh.
Rhys CLEARS HIS THROAT OVER THE COMMUNICATOR:]
So anyway we were thinking maybe tomorrow night? For dinner?
[THAT'S ALL THIS WAS, JUST INNOCENT DINNER PLANS BEING MADE.]
[A fourth voice can be heard, speaking loudly enough from a cracked-open door that Rhys' communicator will pick it up:]
Dinner, Ford. Neither of us can see what our invitee is or is not wearing.
Dinner, Ford. Neither of us can see what our invitee is or is not wearing.
Christ-
[ he spits that out before he means to, distracted from the thought of worm by dismembered pinky. ]
Warn me first next time, would you?
[ and then, feeling vaguely like a complete idiot, he'll wield the plunger and wait for the snake. ]
[ he spits that out before he means to, distracted from the thought of worm by dismembered pinky. ]
Warn me first next time, would you?
[ and then, feeling vaguely like a complete idiot, he'll wield the plunger and wait for the snake. ]
[ oh, well, he fucking hates this.
martin stands there for a moment, completely paralyzed, before he jumps forward and tries to pin the worm down with the plunger without, you know, squishing her. ]
Oh my god.
[ why did he agree to playing with this ]
martin stands there for a moment, completely paralyzed, before he jumps forward and tries to pin the worm down with the plunger without, you know, squishing her. ]
Oh my god.
[ why did he agree to playing with this ]
[Is that Elijah?
Oh boy. Alright, well, Rhys is Elijah's problem.]
If you're going to have phone sex, do it somewhere besides my house! Take it to an empty cabin, there's plenty of those.
[--and, because he knows by now that Betelgeuse is the most sensitive and anxious murderdemon he's ever met, Ford is very clear here:]
You can come back when you're done.
Oh boy. Alright, well, Rhys is Elijah's problem.]
If you're going to have phone sex, do it somewhere besides my house! Take it to an empty cabin, there's plenty of those.
[--and, because he knows by now that Betelgeuse is the most sensitive and anxious murderdemon he's ever met, Ford is very clear here:]
You can come back when you're done.
[Okay Rhys is laughing now. Helplessly entertained by Betelgeuse's definition of phone sex. He becomes serious again when he's accused of illicit boyfriend jerking off.]
I was not! He didn't know what was going on until Ford started yelling at us!
[Rude of you Ford. Yelling at Rhys. Distracting Elijah from his work in the adjoining room.]
I was not! He didn't know what was going on until Ford started yelling at us!
[Rude of you Ford. Yelling at Rhys. Distracting Elijah from his work in the adjoining room.]
Beetlejuice please tell me you are not actually dead and able to help me with your pet --
[ he's flinching every time she snaps. ]
[ he's flinching every time she snaps. ]
[ HAHA HE IS SHAKEN ]
Yeah, um - great! Thanks.
[ he is still white-knuckled on that plunger handle ]
Yeah, um - great! Thanks.
[ he is still white-knuckled on that plunger handle ]
Sorry. Uh. Just- a thing, you know.
[ he'll drop the plunger belatedly. ]
[ he'll drop the plunger belatedly. ]
Big ones. I like big snakes.
[ he's a little 0_0 right now ]
She's going to bite me.
[ he's a little 0_0 right now ]
She's going to bite me.
Sorry. I'm not trying to hurt her feelings-
[ he can't believe he's in a bathroom literally talking about bj's snake. ]
Maybe we could go sit somewhere? Not here.
[ he can't believe he's in a bathroom literally talking about bj's snake. ]
Maybe we could go sit somewhere? Not here.
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