“ Bubble, bubble, toil and –– ” Cue the laughter, spilling in waves that threaten to put out the candle cupped in the palm of Betty’s hands. “ I’m sorry, V, I just can’t. This isn’t Hamlet, and we’re the only two in here. What’s with the DRAMATICS? ” Somehow, the long robes and the gothic room they’re in seem more up Cheryl Blossom’s alley than theirs. But, chanting in Shakespearean prose is where she draws the line. “ Can’t we just be normal and make something up ourselves? I bet the witches looking down at us are sick of hearing that chant anyways. ”
–– @wreckshavoc plotted.
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