“A leotard, dude?!?”
“It’s my costume, dude. Or part of it anyway, I’m not finished with it yet.”
“You’d better finish it soon, dude, before it finishes you. I’ve seen tourniquets that were looser.”
“But, dude, I have to look good for the cause.”
“Yeah, I’m lookin’ for a cause, all right. You get a stash of mushrooms in without telling me?”
“You won’t be laughin’ when I’ve saved the world!”
“This from the dude who can’t save the rent. Will you tell me what’s going on?!?”
“Truth, justice, and the American Way!”
“Oh, give me a br …”
“Whenever trouble tests the texters, whenever the chat rooms go up in flames and Twitter’s all a-twitter, I, the Mighty Writer, swoop down with my all-powerful keyboard and write the world’s wrongs!”
“Dude, you amaze me. I really think you’ve got something there. I just hope there’s a cure for it. But if you’re going to do this right, dude, you’d better get that costume finished. You need a cape.”
“You really think so, dude? What kind of cape?”
“One that will give your crusading powers a real blast, dude.”
– O Ceallaigh
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