or: EPISODE 2 // Where Tati Makes Tony Choke
In our previous episode, Tony introduced Tati to ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’ books. But Tati, like a real clever dick, quickly googled it, pretending to know what they were. Suddenly, a mysterious man in black appeared out of nowhere…
They’d decided to meet at the Greater Cachalot Mall, which was more akin to a bustling mini metropolis than an actual mall. Located on an island in international waters, it lay somewhere between Ukraine and Australia, and required no Visa to visit. Tati travelled there via the Trans-Zhmerynka Portalway while Tony took the TUMS Oceania Tube.
Tony arrived first, lugging three huge suitcases behind him. They were filled with god knows what, and the hotel staff were understandably curious. Who could possibly need that much crap? What the hell was it? Was it clothes or something nefarious like money for a drug drop? Tony did have the bedraggled appearance of a dealer after all.
Tati appeared twenty minutes later with her habitual backpack and a mint lollipop. She slapped Tony’s back, causing him to choke on his soda. “Are you drinking that slop again?” Tony winced at her pointed question. “You boob! When will you drop dead from diabetes? I won’t be coming to your funeral! And don’t complain that I didn’t warn you!”
They were looking at each other with a mixture of love and hate, and therefore didn’t notice a mysterious man in black slipping quietly behind them and making a beeline for Tony’s suitcases…
Catch the first episode in this series:
THE PILOT // Where Tati Makes Tony Blush
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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I voted for the siren hoping you would describe Tati’s excitement and Tony’s big smile.
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Everybody out of the pool! 😛
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This is getting good. If there is a whoopee cushion in the suitcase, I’m all in. 😁
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Ha ha! Now that would be cool! 😉
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A unique way to track a thief would be the sound like an angry elephant stomping on a frightened duck blasting from a suitcase as the thief tries to sneak away. Golly, I think I need to cut back on my caffiene intake. I’m hallucinating on fake flatulence. It has to be a form of adolescent regression. My apologies.
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Ha ha ha ha ha! Loving your imagination, my friend! No apologies needed. More coffee, I say! 😛
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Next round is on me!
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