Missy Impossible, Chapter 3

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The Writer’s Colon[y] is a literal salon
“Coco, remind me again why they call this place the Writer’s Colon.”

WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHUH WHUH, WHOOSH…

“WHAT, MISSY? I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THESE HAIR DRYERS.”

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Missy and Coco can’t hear each other over the hair dryers

WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHUH WHUH, WHOOSH…

“I SAID, ‘WHY DO THEY CALL THIS PLACE THE WRITER’S COLON?’”

WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHUH WHUH, WHOOSH…

“OH. BECAUSE THE SIGN PAINTER RAN OUT OF SPACE.”

“OH, YEAH. RIGHT.”

“Jesus, that was loud.”

 Yeah. Glad that’s over.”

“A reading from the from book of Henry Gray, chapter 1, Osteology…”

“Uh oh. Don’t look now, Missy, but here come those androgynous Terranean burkini models, Inané and Insané.”

“Oh, Jesus. I wonder what they want.” 

“Which one can’t pronounce their Rs? I keep forgetting.”

“Neither of them. They’re identical cousins.”

“In the construction of the human body, it would appear essential, in the first place…”

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Inané and Insané are androgynous Terranean burkini models

“Well, well, well. Look who’s in the Whitaw’s Colon, uh-hah-ha-ha.”

“Hello, Insané.”

“to provide some dense and solid texture capable of giving support and attachment to the softer parts of the frame…”

“Can you believe, Inané, aftaw all these yeahs, Missy still can’t tell us apawt? So twagic! I’m Inané, Missy, not Insané.”

“Noted.”

“Too bad you ladies will be wooking at the hotline this weekend. You’ll miss the pawty down in Quistal Quevice.”

“…and at the same time to protect in closed cavities the more important vital organs…”

“What pawt… I mean, party?”

“The Gays of Hawmuz awe holding a fundwaysaw and pweemewing a new film. Evweebody will be thaw. Except for you, appawently. Uh-hah-ha-ha.”

“…and such a structure we find provided in the various bones…”

“Pssst, Missy, aren’t your parents in Crystal Crevice?”

“Shhh! Yes.”

“Well, ladies, we’d love to stay and shoot the bweeze, but we have to get a twim and a blow dwy foh the pawty. If foh some weason the hotline blows up, the pawty is at the weesawt on Quistaw Quevice Queek. Enjoy the west of the weeding.”

“…which form what is called the Skeleton.”

“So glad that’s over!”

“Tell me about it. I think one of them left a rainbow streak.”

“AMEN!”

“Hey Beautiful.”

“Oh, hi Rich. Rich, this is my friend, Missy.”

“Hey Missy.”

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