~Character Chat~

"Almost...done...time for Ezra to take over," said Liz.

"Good...That's what I like to hear. Almsot done. Great..." T.Mor seemed visibly calmer. His skinny shoulders untensed, and he allowed the vicelike grip that he had on one ankle to slacken.

"You seem a little tense...." Ezra laughed.

"Tense? Ha...Sybek coming..no Dakka...I'm halfway to being on a one way road to eternityland in the nether...and sleep deprived. HAhaha...Tense..." T.Mor muttered sarcastically more to himself than to anyone else. he seemed to be losing touch with sanity a bit.

"Told you..it gets to you..." shuddered Andrew.

You think it's just getting to him now? Ha...You should hear his nightmares...Don't tell him I said that...He doesn't know I eavesdrop. Well, he knows, he just doesn't know that he knows. Or something like that...I mean...crap. You should have heard him scream that one time when... Riddle stopped dead there. She had realised that T.Mor probably wouldn't want random people to know about that sort of stuff.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. There's no Mr. Face...no..no whatsit called...that...stuff... No erm...No dakka...you always need moar dakka..." T.Mor continued tangentally over top of Riddle's thoughts.

Ezra stiffled a laugh, Probably not Riddle.

"Is it close to being done??" T.Mor struggled for lucidity in that one sentence.

"I'll take it from here." said Ezra, taking over.

"HEY. I'M TALKING. Holy crap." Riddle managed aloud with a horrible grating sound. Her voice sounded awful, and she clearly should not have been forcing herself to move like that yet.

"How long?" Asked T.Mor, putting his head on his knees.

"You feeling okay?" asked Liz concerned.

"So...Expletiving...headache. It's fine. Do all that...that stuff you do..."T.Mor rambled incoherently.

"I'll hurry," said Ezra.

Best get it done quickly, Peter cautioned, trying not to betray nervousness in his voice. You could be interrupted very shortly...

Ezra sighed, having mentally heard what Peter said. He pressed the snake's head, holding a vial to it's mouth for the venom. He threw the snake as far as he could, hoping it wouldn't come back.

"How long...This is irritating..."T.Mor commented about his situation.

"Man. My liver is itchy." Riddle said, just because she liked hearing her gravelly, horrible, rigor mortis voice out loud.

"I'm hurrying," he said, shooting a look at T.Mor. He added the other ingrediants, he began to speak swiftly and quickly over the liquid.

"Dude...I'm talking! Have rigor mortis and I'm talking! Woot!" Riddle said uselessly.

"Great. That'll help..." August commented flatly.

"Almost done," he said watching the liquid turn to an onyx color.

"Do ya like waffles? Yeah we like waffles! Do ya like pancakes? Yeah we like pancakes! Do ya like french toast? Yeah we like french toast! Dooot doot doot doot Can't wait to get a mouthful!!" Riddle tried to sing. It was a monstrosity.

"That isn't doing anything to help Riddle. Shut up." August muttered.

"You shut up. Whiner."

"Riddle, please. I don't want my last moments with your singing..." said Andrew.

"Sheesh. You're so demanding...other whiner." Riddle would have rolled her eyes if she was able to.

"How much longer..."T.Mor didn't even look up.

"How are you feeling? Has it gotton worse?" asked Liz.

"No I'm fine. I might just stand up right now and kill off the Sybek with the power of RAINBOWS." T.Mor said sarcastically.

"Rainbows?" smirked Ezra. "No unicorns?"