In the Still of the Night

In our last episode, stuff happened.

Cook & DeWyze: [singing] Since I’m the apple of my girl’s eye. When we go stepping on the town for a while--

DeWyze: My money’s low and my suit’s out of style. [no longer singing] Why’d you stop?

Cook: Dude. I own silver pants. Anyway, we’re here.

Tiemann: I thought we had to sing Journey to travel. This excursion into Stevie Wonder made me miss out on moose.

DeWyze: It wasn’t the kind with antlers.

Cook: Where is “here” anyway?

The room is decorated mostly in acoustic tile. It contains a battered upright piano and bench, two chrome kitchen chairs, a large box with big tape reels and many dials, assorted microphones, and a burnt orange flowered sofa. Under the slanted ceiling, one window looks out onto a dark residential street.

Fortunately, there is a door. There is also an eerie tapping sound outside it, coming closer.

Tap. Tap. Tap tap.

Tiemann: If that’s a zombie, Lee, you throw the laundry bag over its head, and while it’s distracted, I’ll go for its throat.( Read more... )