Svengoolie's Dungeon

*The film was still playing.* Yeah I know, but my dad did it, so it’s tradition. Plus, it’s really well-padded in there.

How he was raving about his bed, it really must be comfortable! Now pretty curious, Perrine squeezed, without asking first of course, past Svengoolie, and climbed into the coffin. The half-Quilon sat down, leaned against the back.

“I’m getting tired in here,” she chuckled, crossed her arms behind her head.

Offscreen: Berwyn?!

*The film was still playing.* Yeah I know, but my dad did it, so it’s tradition. Plus, it’s really well-padded in there.

How he was raving about his bed, it really must be comfortable! Now pretty curious, Perrine squeezed, without asking first of course, past Svengoolie, and climbed into the coffin. The half-Quilon sat down, leaned against the back.

I can get out whenever I want. *opens the bottom half and walks out of it,revealing normal black pants and shoes* I just like to open and close my show in the coffin, also I sleep in it. *shrugs* That part’s a tradition my dad started.

“Huh.” Perrine nodded in a human manner, yet couldn’t imagine herself sleeping in this position. 

“Thought only vampires do that.” Well, maybe he belonged to a similar species. The alien didn’t know that much about this planet’s inhabitants.

A voice from a nearby desk: Well you’re naturally stuffed all the time!

A voice from a nearby desk: Well you're naturally stuffed all the time!