In the midst of the arguing, Agent Carr suddenly lifts a hand up to his earpiece.
"What...?" he stammers. "A...a mission? Really?!"
Quickly getting over his excited state, he slowly removes his sunglasses and makes an announcement to the crowd.
"My organization...needs me."
He then replaces his sunglasses and bolts out the door, forgetting about contracts, stardom, and dahlings in the realization that he at last has a job once more and no longer needs the starmaker services.
"Well," sniffs Bookwyrm, "that was unexpected. It is a shame we do not have the even number anymore, dahlings. This will make the proceedings - how shall we say - difficult, quite difficult, you see. I believe we must find aaaAAAAAAGGHH!"
Bookwyrm nearly jumps out of his Gucci socks as he notices a grinning, gaunt, 6-foot-3-and-a-half-inch figure looming over his shoulder, gazing eerily from white eyes.
"HELLO," says the pale man. "I HAVE COME TO BE A STAAAAAR."
"How did you get in here?!" demands Bookwyrm.
"THE DOOR OPENED, SO I CREPT IN. HELLO. I HAVE COME TO BE A STAA-"
"Ok, yes, just, erm...stand over there. Farther back. Perfect. Yes. As far away from the hat as possible. Great."
Bookwyrm collects his bearings, staring at the Puzzlemaster as to some hint as to how to handle this change in events. Zeogold, however, barely seems to have noticed a thing, and is angrily studying a fleck of lint that has alighted on his stomach.
"Hey, I know him!" pipes up Trent. "That's 'The Pooka', that late-night horror movie host! The one who tried to star in actual horror films and then got panned by the critics for having no real acting ability! People only liked him because he looked scary!"
"He gave so many kids nightmares!" pouts the Captain.
"I HAVE COME TO BE A STAAAAAR."
"Yes...right, uh, dahlings. Let us proceed!" yells Bookwyrm.
PookaMustard has replaced agentcarr16. Please be gentle with him.
Post edited January 19, 2019 by zeogold