Jerry's head was spinning. It felt as though a spider had gotten in and made cobwebs everywhere, but definitely metaphorically, the actual idea of a spider crawling into his brain cavity and making webs was somewhat horrific, he wished he could stop thinking about spiders and so instead concentrated on the idea of additional productions to help put together. It was nice to think about things that weren't trying to kill him or destroy his life in one way or another. Productive things besides how much he could really use a stiff drink. Fun things like musicals and lavish productions with costumes and sparkling explosions-
Her hands groping the back of his head was startlingly distracting, though. "I ah... any help I could be!" He realized he had been quiet for some time. "You... you should definitely do it! And... and when my thing comes around I'm sure I could use a
hand er- s-
somewhere!"
There was a delayed moment before suddenly Roar erupted into a fit of giggles in the back of his head, which was immediately contagious. He snorted, and nearly choked. "WITH THE MU-MU-MUSICAL I MEAN-!"
How many months without much human contact? He seemed to have found an abundance of it in this Miss Cee.
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