The Termagant moseyed to the Toothbrush Creature's "wretched dresser welcoming partay." Upon entering, her pot-gut got caught in between the dresser and the banister. Subsequently, her stomach became an underground running-joke with the rest of the guests. Along with the pudgy-stomach jokes and mix of barely-audible passive-aggressive Van Morrison songs, there was a group of revel-rousers who reckoned themselves ninjas. The partay could not have become more embarrassing; until a special guest arrived.
The senator was a kinky old man; vomiting money and full of dirty tricks. The senator's peppered hair was slicked back in order to prove that he was honest, presentable, and smooth. The Termagant wasn't expecting the senator! She tried to flirt with him by presenting objects that held value within in her society. She casually allowed her work-boots to be seen. (The Termagant had heard that he was in to work-boots.) However, the senator was too occupied by his alcoholism to notice.
As "Queen of the Slipstream" played in the background, the Toothbrush Creature small-spoke. Things had been awkward since the courtship moratorium. TC told the T that the recession was the cause o' her failed lemonade stand. It was simply a "high concept presented to a low-demographic." Next, he asked whether the Termagant filed for chapter eleven. There was no response. A silence that just wasn't right followed. Something else was going on in her mind. And throughout the room. Something. Sinister.
The senator occasionally nodded, as if approving important world matters. His eyeball lingered on TC's club-jacket crest for more than one... moment...
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