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The Incredibles: Side Work
Aug. 21st, 2017 10:21 am“Robert darling, so good to you again,’ E greeted waving the heavyset super into her living room. The massive Art Deco statue Prometheus Ascendant towered over them both as the tiny metahuman fashion designer sat him in a chair.
“What brings you here today?” she demanded, continuing before he could get a word in. “Another patch job? I have upgrades for you and family’s suits that I absolutely must get to, but I’ve been busy, busy, busy with all of the new orders I’ve been receiving, now that the Metahuman Control Act has been rescinded. It’s so wonderful to be able to practice my Art again, instead of catering to skinny, vapid ‘fashionistas’ tramping up and down the runways in Milan like herds of starving elk.”
“No, no, it’s not a patch job. The suits you made for all of us are still holding up fine,” Bob said, running his hand through his thinning blond hair.
“Modifications then? If you’re going up into space it will take me a day to add standard life support gear, but anything else I do in a couple of hours,” E reassured him.
“No, we’re not going into outer space,” Bob said quickly. “I’ve got some questions for you, about the whole mess with Syndrome.”
( Uncomforable Questions )
“What brings you here today?” she demanded, continuing before he could get a word in. “Another patch job? I have upgrades for you and family’s suits that I absolutely must get to, but I’ve been busy, busy, busy with all of the new orders I’ve been receiving, now that the Metahuman Control Act has been rescinded. It’s so wonderful to be able to practice my Art again, instead of catering to skinny, vapid ‘fashionistas’ tramping up and down the runways in Milan like herds of starving elk.”
“No, no, it’s not a patch job. The suits you made for all of us are still holding up fine,” Bob said, running his hand through his thinning blond hair.
“Modifications then? If you’re going up into space it will take me a day to add standard life support gear, but anything else I do in a couple of hours,” E reassured him.
“No, we’re not going into outer space,” Bob said quickly. “I’ve got some questions for you, about the whole mess with Syndrome.”
( Uncomforable Questions )
