One of many dark, dingy little alleys on the outskirts of New Babbage…
A Skeletal Figure, lacking clothing, but shrouded by darkness, approaches Scruffy Drunk…
Scruffy Drunk: <squinting at Skeletal> “Nice night for a walk, eh, guvnah?”
Skeletal Figure: <turning to look at Scruffy> “I suppose it is a rather pleasant, or rather as pleasant as it can be, considering we’re in a filthy alley that smells of excrement, stale beer, and mixed seafood of indeterminate age.”
Scruffy Drunk: “Wash day tomorrow? Nothing clean,right?”
Skeletal Figure: <viewer gets a gleam of metal in the moonlight as Skeletal looks at itself>
“Ah, you’re referring to the fact that I am naked. Not the first thing I would expect someone to comment on, given my appearance, but given your inebriated state I suppose it’s not unreasonable. Yes, I don’t have anything clean to wear. Or anything at all to wear, for that matter.”
Scruffy Drunk: <squinting again, sounds a bit nervous> “I think you might be a few bottles short of a case…”
Skeletal Figure: “Your filthy garments will have to do, at least for the moment. You will disrobe, and pass them over to me. No dawdling.”
Scruffy Drunk: <belligerently> “To the devil with you, prat!”
Some moments later….
Skeletal emerges from the alley, dressed in Scruffys clothes. Behind him, in the alley, the prone form of Scruffy is visible, clothed only in a stained union suit.
Skeletal tugs at his lapels, and frowns at his outfit, before turning and walking toward the city center with a heavy, purposeful tread.
Well, I suppose we’ve been waiting for you.
Good start, Dr O, errr… Dr R… ummm…. yes, well, just back and already stealing scenes, only suprised it wasn’t the entire movie…
Upon finding the drunkard passed out in the alley like that, I’m just happy that bloke ain’t me.
-Edward Hyde