No spoilers, but nothing good can come of this
Butch:
Once again, I am way behind (fell asleep during game time again last night, but I'm better today) and I can't WILDLY SPECULATE. I have an idea of who the killer(s) are. I could throw it out there but then you guys would have to be all coy because you know and what's the fun in that?
I need to catch up.
Feminina:
I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.
Loothound:
True, I'm not very good at being coy.
Feminina:
You need to work on your "transmute flesh into goldfish" alchemy.
Butch:
Oh shit, we're making fish jokes and it's only 10AM.
I want to spill my theory just so if I'm right I can take credit for being right. But then, coyness. And Looty's bad at coy.
Loothound:
On the other hand, I AM good at being a goldfish (no transmuting necessary). I'll just pretend that I'm bad at spelling… That will work well enough.
So, what does it mean that I was going to make a koi joke in my first response, then decided that it was too low, only to have Feminina pick it up unprompted?
Also, since when is there a bad time for fish jokes? I was making 'oral sturgeon' jokes when I was having my gums sewn back together just the other day, and I wasn't even on any whacky-making painkillers.
Feminina:
No fish joke is ever badly timed or too low.
Loothound:
I agree with the badly timed thing, but too low? Some fish jokes are real bottom-feeders. They can really flounder…
Feminina:
Keep going…
Butch:
(Aside to readers: This, dear readers, is why they're married.)
Loothound:
What, are you going to judge me from your lofty perch?
Sorry, that's the lamest joke yet to come down the pike.
Feminina:
Can fish be lame, when they don't have feet?
Loothound:
I guess not, but a joke certainly can be.
It's kind of amazing how many fish names mean something else. I mean, it's not nearly as true with birds or lizards or anything.
Butch:
Hmm? Sorry. Wasn't paying attention. I was sitting over here, trying not to be the third wheel in what I was terrified was the way you two talk to each other on date night.
Loothound:
Well, you're not entirely wrong, except that you left out how we get all fancied up for the occasion. I wear my hair in a mullet and everything…
Butch:
Not judging. Many a night Mrs McP has downed half a bottle of wine, looked at me with those eyes and breathed "talk fishy to me."
Loothound:
When she's had that much wine does she go all walleyed?
It always starts out pretty fun, but then we just start carping at each other.
Feminina:
Fish jokes are like company: much better after three days.
Butch:
Never thought I'd go to market basket because people like banana man would be a dose of sanity.
Feminina:
"Banana man!"
"Where the hell have you been?"
There's actually not all that much bananas in Stray Gods. I mean, you've got your "Greek gods dwell among us", but everything after that follows fairly reasonably. The story moves along, makes sense. No wild twists.
UNTIL THE MARTIANS COME but I've said too much.
Loothound:
Maybe the banana man has been making eyes at his significant other, the peaches lady. It's a thing people do…when they're not making fish jokes, anyway.
Oh, you've spilled the beans, Feminina. Yes, Butch, aliens come. Then there's some techno music, and some false credits where everything was done by HUMAN.
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