Touch My Tears With Your Lips

Raymond whistles and tucks away his still smoking pistol. “What are the chances, huh? Wow. Crazy.”

“I KNOW! It’s crazy! It’s totally crazy! What can you do but laugh though, right?”

Scott pats his old comrade on the back with a little too much untempered enthusiasm, his eyes sparkling hypnotically, then ensnares his long lost friend in an overzealous embrace. “Whoa, is that a gun in your pocket - or are you just happy to see me!? Say, you're right, let’s grab a cup of Joe and catch up on old times! Whaddya say, old sport?”

“So, lookin’ good,” Scott remarks casually, seated across from his old chum. He takes a cautious sip from his Grande mocha latte“Lookin’ fit. Lookin’ spry...lookin’...buff. Lookin’, lookin’ bufffffff. FffFffFffffFfFfF. FfffffffFF. FFFfffff... fff...FffffFFfff ...Ff.”.”

Scotts shuffles about in his seat. “Fffff. Ff. You mean the whole ‘identity’...thing, huh?”

“Listen, guy,” Scott interjects. “I feel really bad. I do. I feel bad about this. I feel like, maybe, I dunno...I owe you? Listen, I’m gonna fix this.”

1. Their conversation is interrupted by another figure just then.
2. Scott breaks into a horrible rendition of For a Moment Like This.
3. "I'll have my people call your people and we'll figure somethin' out," he says blandly.
4. "I'll let you have MY name. Scott Childers. It's a fair trade!"
5. "FfffFffff!"
6. "I'll bake you an apple pie!"
7. "I'll stand on my head and bark like a rabbit!"

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