LTP: Sorry about the late episode everyone. I got swamped with work and actually forgot what day of the week it was. Anyway, lets get this show started. NiGHTS, the disclaimer if you will.
NiGHTS: LTP doesn't own NiGHTS into Dreams, NiGHTS Journey of Dreams, or Llamas with Hats. Though I have to say, some of the newer Llamas with Hats episodes have taken a bit of a darker turn.
LTP: I know right?
Nightmaren with Hats 7
(opens in Jackle's room where Jackle talks to a Shleep wearing a NiGHTS mask. There is also a hand shaped chair made from human faces in the middle of the room)
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: Who? Me?
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: Whatever could you referring to?
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: Oh, the hand chair. I've recently taken up carpentry.
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: Now how would you feel if I called your work a monstrosity?
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: Of course I had to use faces. Anything else would be disrespecting the art.
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: It's called modernism. Only I've made it more modern by using face parts of city council members.
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: I disagree with the election results.
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: Someone had to take a stand. I'm a patriot and a hero.
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: Fine, if you're going to whine about it, I can sew them back on.
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: I think their bodies are still in my blood canal.
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: Yes, I'm the crazy one, not the people who elected these buffoons.
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: If you paid any attention to our city charter meetings, you would see it wasn't an overreaction.
Shleep: *sitting down, bleats*
Jackle: ... What are you doing?
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: You're sitting.
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: You never sit.
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: You're always standing NiGHTS. You're not supposed to sit.
Shleep: *laying down now, bleats*
Jackle: I find this very upsetting!
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: You don't even care, do you? About my feelings?
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: Will you please just stand up NiGHTS?
Shleep: *stands up while balancing on its forelegs, bleats*
Jackle: I don't even know who you are anymore.
Shleep: *bleats*
Jackle: No, you cannot take off the mask. It has to look right when I throw you in the blood canal.
LTP: Uh oh, looks like Jackle's starting to go a little crazy... er.
