004. Video

[foolishwren]

_{[The entire screen is black and white as it pans across a backyard. Everything's buried under a good foot of snow, and big fat flakes are whirling past the camera so fast that they straight-up pixelate.]}

So... for those just tuning in...

_{[The camera's view jerks very suddenly to a massively fluffy Growlithe, who is very carefully sniffing the base of a completely snow-covered shrub.]}

... We're going for the fifteen-minute mark on Cooj TAKING HIS SWEET-ASS TIME FIGURING OUT WHERE TO PEE.

For the love of GOD, Cujo.

_{[He looks back at the camera, big pink tongue lolling out, and shakes off, spraying half-melted snow everywhere. Then he moves on to one of the patio chairs, along with the lumpy, weird-looking snowman from earlier that afternoon cheekily posed to be sitting in it-- to give that the once-over with his nose instead. And the trainer behind the camera lets out a melodramatic sigh.]}

What crime did I commit in a past life to deserve thi--



_{[and right then and there the video turns to a blur, because the snowman in the patio chair just stood up and Heather is LEAVING RIGHT NOW BECAUSE FUCK THAT COOJ YOU CAN PEE ON YOUR OWN]}

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[Happy as a... well, a big fluffy dog being chased, Cujo goes gallumphing off through the snow, tail flagged high. THIS IS HIS FAVORITE GAME YOU GUYS!!!!!]

[Heather just... groans. Both at the Growlithe and also at the fact that more of them are crowding the patio.]</sub>

Jesus christ almighty.

How many did you guys make?!

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[armoredsoul]

Way too many.

[Al remembers watching the two of them at work earlier this morning, and what had been an admittedly cute scene is slowly becoming a retroactive, dawning horror in his mind.]

What they heck are we going to do? We can't just torch the things, we'll wind up setting the house on fire, too!

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[exeggutorhead]

I don't know! There were a lot of sticks in the yard to put on them!

[...well damn, Al might actually be right about the fire.]

Uh...do you think if we knocked their heads off, they'd still get back up?

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[foolishwren]

_{[Heather is already reaching into the corner for the broom that's always there. She has a grim, determined look on her face.]}

Only one way to find out.

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[armoredsoul]

[Al grimaces and sets his mug down on a table, ready to follow Heather out.]

Packed snow shouldn't be too hard to break apart again, if we have to.