An Actor, A Self-Proclaimed Mercenary and A Pirate Walk Into A Sand Bar
Monitor Man crosses to Writer Lady. He gently takes her by the arm and guides her away from the group. “He’s right.” She makes a face. “I know.” Monitor Man looks into Writer Lady’s eyes and says, “Would you please return home with everyone else and look after things, as a favor, to me?” Writer Lady glares at Tinkletoes and says, “He’s a pig.” “He’s acting like one,” Monitor Man looks in Tinkletoes’ direction,“but I think that there’s a reason for it. I’m not sure what it is. I hope there’s a reason for it.” He turns his gaze back to Writer Lady and leans in to whisper, “Will you do it? For me?” Writer Lady thinks for a moment, her eyes light up, and a smile crosses her lips disappearing nearly as quickly as it appeared. “Okay. Everyone is tired.” She sighs. “I’ll do it for you.” She addresses the entire group, “Okay everyone, let’s find the road. It’s time to go home.” Smudge Mal and Spots Wash both start wiggling in pro