"This is a date now? I may be stuck up" said Charlie with a skeletal grin "but that doesn't stop me being fun."
Charlie poured a glass of water from the jug on the desk, the long tall glass slowly filling with the clear liquid. He inspected it for a second before flicking his wrist, and the glass of whisky, reformed from the destruction of the bar appeared inside his bony fingers with a resounding POP, replacing the water glass. Inside, the bottom frozen into the ice cube, was a cocktail umbrella.
"Well, Penelope" said Charlie in his best 'i'm being interviewed' voice "My life is full of secrets, but they are my own, and mine to share. It keeps things interesting. I'm sure you have something you can show me, or is your repotoire just stage sets?"
At this there was the sound of laughter. Not canned laughter, the sound of long dead voices clamouring at some unknown comic, it was stranger, a laughing sound of bone on bone, almost like a series of windup mechanical toys dropped into a brass bell. It was bizarre, and strangely macabre. Charlie smiled at this, a challenge to penelope. Show me what you can do.
"I am enjoying this. Would you like me to start throwing out cuckoo clocks to our delightful studio audience?" At this, Charlie waved a hand at the darkness that surrounded him, and the strange mechanical voices started up again, this time an 'oooooh' noise.
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Charlie poured a glass of water from the jug on the desk, the long tall glass slowly filling with the clear liquid. He inspected it for a second before flicking his wrist, and the glass of whisky, reformed from the destruction of the bar appeared inside his bony fingers with a resounding POP, replacing the water glass. Inside, the bottom frozen into the ice cube, was a cocktail umbrella.
"Well, Penelope" said Charlie in his best 'i'm being interviewed' voice "My life is full of secrets, but they are my own, and mine to share. It keeps things interesting. I'm sure you have something you can show me, or is your repotoire just stage sets?"
At this there was the sound of laughter. Not canned laughter, the sound of long dead voices clamouring at some unknown comic, it was stranger, a laughing sound of bone on bone, almost like a series of windup mechanical toys dropped into a brass bell. It was bizarre, and strangely macabre. Charlie smiled at this, a challenge to penelope. Show me what you can do.
"I am enjoying this. Would you like me to start throwing out cuckoo clocks to our delightful studio audience?" At this, Charlie waved a hand at the darkness that surrounded him, and the strange mechanical voices started up again, this time an 'oooooh' noise.
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