Chapter Four - Gay? Who's Gay?
Andrew turned away from the Slayer's house and
giggled in what could only be described as a girlish
manner. The redhead in a body-switch scenario? This was
just like that episode of "Star Trek: TNG"!" Or...wait...
Maybe it was "Babylon 5." Aw, hell. It could have been
"The Simpsons".
He hunkered down further behind the oak tree and
pulled a walkie-talkie from the clip on his belt. "Roger!
Hey, Roger, are you there?"
A moment of static followed before an irritated
voice answered him.
"Who the hell is Roger?"
"I thought you said we were gonna do it like the
Marines," he whined.
"That's a disgusting proposition," Warren hissed.
"And you don't call ME Roger, you idiot; you say it when
you mean *O.K.*."
"Oh. Well, anyway, I've got some news!" Andrew was
nearly hopping with excitement. Something cool happened on
HIS watch! Until they could get the secret cameras
installed in the Slayer World, it usually fell to him or
Jonathan to keep tabs on her. Warren, it seemed, was
too busy "plotting her destruction" to do any grunt work.
"And, were you planning on telling me anytime this
century?" the leader drawled scathingly.
"Yeah! O.K. I mean, *Roger*. Anyway, it turns out
that the witch has been someone else all along! She's been
body-snatched by Amy Madison's mother for the last five
years!"
"Why would Amy Madison's mother possess HER?"
Andrew frowned and thought for a moment. "I don't
know. They said she's a witch, too. An evil one,
apparently. Anyway, she's on the loose."
"Interesting... Maybe she can join up with us."
Andrew could practically hear the cogs turning in his
cohort's head. "Anything else?"
"Yeah, and you're not gonna like it. That hot
brunette they used to hang out with senior year is back.
So is that older guy that used to work with the Slayer. I
heard them call him Angel."
"Damn," Warren swore. "All right. Head back in. We'll
figure out what to do next."
"Hey, Warren," Andrew began hesitantly, his eye
drawn across the street.
"What!" the grumpy leader demanded impatiently.
"You know that old couple living across from the
Slayer?"
"What about them?"
"I think the old chick's got the hots for me. She
keeps waving at me." He waved back uncertainly. How weird.
It was past midnight, and they were still sitting on their
porch.
"Andrew," Warren said in a patronizing tone, "you
couldn't get a chick hot for you if you were Captain Kirk,
and she was a green alien." And with that, he broke the
connection on the walkie-talkie.
"Buttpod," Andrew muttered under his breath. "He
didn't even say, 'Over and out.' "
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Andrew turned away from the Slayer's house and
giggled in what could only be described as a girlish
manner. The redhead in a body-switch scenario? This was
just like that episode of "Star Trek: TNG"!" Or...wait...
Maybe it was "Babylon 5." Aw, hell. It could have been
"The Simpsons".
He hunkered down further behind the oak tree and
pulled a walkie-talkie from the clip on his belt. "Roger!
Hey, Roger, are you there?"
A moment of static followed before an irritated
voice answered him.
"Who the hell is Roger?"
"I thought you said we were gonna do it like the
Marines," he whined.
"That's a disgusting proposition," Warren hissed.
"And you don't call ME Roger, you idiot; you say it when
you mean *O.K.*."
"Oh. Well, anyway, I've got some news!" Andrew was
nearly hopping with excitement. Something cool happened on
HIS watch! Until they could get the secret cameras
installed in the Slayer World, it usually fell to him or
Jonathan to keep tabs on her. Warren, it seemed, was
too busy "plotting her destruction" to do any grunt work.
"And, were you planning on telling me anytime this
century?" the leader drawled scathingly.
"Yeah! O.K. I mean, *Roger*. Anyway, it turns out
that the witch has been someone else all along! She's been
body-snatched by Amy Madison's mother for the last five
years!"
"Why would Amy Madison's mother possess HER?"
Andrew frowned and thought for a moment. "I don't
know. They said she's a witch, too. An evil one,
apparently. Anyway, she's on the loose."
"Interesting... Maybe she can join up with us."
Andrew could practically hear the cogs turning in his
cohort's head. "Anything else?"
"Yeah, and you're not gonna like it. That hot
brunette they used to hang out with senior year is back.
So is that older guy that used to work with the Slayer. I
heard them call him Angel."
"Damn," Warren swore. "All right. Head back in. We'll
figure out what to do next."
"Hey, Warren," Andrew began hesitantly, his eye
drawn across the street.
"What!" the grumpy leader demanded impatiently.
"You know that old couple living across from the
Slayer?"
"What about them?"
"I think the old chick's got the hots for me. She
keeps waving at me." He waved back uncertainly. How weird.
It was past midnight, and they were still sitting on their
porch.
"Andrew," Warren said in a patronizing tone, "you
couldn't get a chick hot for you if you were Captain Kirk,
and she was a green alien." And with that, he broke the
connection on the walkie-talkie.
"Buttpod," Andrew muttered under his breath. "He
didn't even say, 'Over and out.' "
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