Which is good, because somewhere along the way Egon shakes out one sleeve and a couple of feathers start drifting loose.
"Hoo, boy. That's not good," says Ray. "Hang on, guys. Both of you. Hey, do you think we have time to stop off at the Firehouse for some chickenbane soup?"
"Not likely, Ray," says Egon, readjusting his glasses. "Given the probable traffic clu-cluck-clu-conditions in Manhattan, and the relatively narrow window of opportunity for the door-"
"I get it, I get it," says Winston wearily. "'Drive faster, Winston'."
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Date: 2007-11-06 05:56 am (UTC)"Hoo, boy. That's not good," says Ray. "Hang on, guys. Both of you. Hey, do you think we have time to stop off at the Firehouse for some chickenbane soup?"
"Not likely, Ray," says Egon, readjusting his glasses. "Given the probable traffic clu-cluck-clu-conditions in Manhattan, and the relatively narrow window of opportunity for the door-"
"I get it, I get it," says Winston wearily. "'Drive faster, Winston'."