"You know what this party needs?" Mogey asked as their guests yawned through the fourth playing of The Monster Mash that hour. Their Master of Ceremonies, a serpent and Harry Potter-tribute DJ named Sal "The Czar" Slitherin', continued to spin the ones and twos, oblivious to the boredom of the crowd as his tail swayed in time to the beat.
"Oh please no," Smush replied, pinching the top of his nose. "Not the Under--"
"The UnderWOO!" Mogey exclaimed. With a small squeal of delight, he unveiled his prized antique typewriter.
"I keep telling you, Mogey, it's an Underwood, the d just wore off."
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Smush! Only an UnderWOO could set the party off like this!"
With that, Mogey began to mash at the keys, making the typewriter into a percussion instrument as loud as it was disorderly.
"For pete's sakes, Mogey," Smush said. "At least find out what you're typing!" Smush slid a page into the typewriter mid-song, and as Mogey continued to punch the keys, letters began to blossom across the paper.
Mogey finally realized what was happening and yanked the page free of the carriage. For a moment he was silent as he surveyed the paper covered in letters.
"But Mogey, I just--"
"Begone, you! Keep your dastardly witchcraft away. This is no house of devilry!" said Mogey as he backed away slowly, crossing his forefingers in an X in front of his face.
Across the room, "I was working in the lab late one night..." echoed ominously from the speakers for the fifth time as Sal "The Czar" Slitherin' hissed with delight.
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