“Onward,” Filliburt commanded. “We’ll find their hideout soon enough!” Deeper into the cave they went.
“Hark!” Rexi called, then turned to Filliburt.
“I believe I hear the gentle cry of a banshee,” he whispered.
“Banshees don’t gently cry, that they don’t!” Patterson scolded in his English brogue.
“What do you know , Patterson! You’ve just never met a vulnerable banshee!”
“Cut!” Marson choked through a laugh. Where did these role-players come from? The studio must have been pretty desperate this time around. If he if he had to listen to one more argument about fictionary beings…he just might lose it.
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