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[VIDEO;]

[The camera shakes a little, coming in and out of focus as she trains it on the bottom of a door. Small, pale tendrils are starting to creep through underneath it. The picture is jostled again as one foot stomps down on the little feelers... When she moves back again they're gone, crushed into a thick, gelatinous paste on the tile floor. From the other side of the door comes a menacing, deep noise that almost sounds like...

Quacking, actually. It sounds like quacking.

Cameron sighs, sounding surprisingly not terrified.]

I think my leftovers are trying to kill me.

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What?

When I opened my refrigerator, something jumped out. I'm guessing it is-- was-- Thai food from the other evening.

...What?

A curse, I'm guessing. Sentient leftovers. The Deities must think we don't clean out our refrigerators often enough.

So, are you in real trouble or not?

I think I can handle it.

Nobody wants you gettin' sick, I mean if you try eatin' it alive.

I see enough stomachs pumped on a daily basis not to even entertain the idea.

Have you tried vacuuming it up?

I'm going to try flushing it.

How you gonna get it in there? Vacuum's your best bet, suck the sucker up then put the vacuum in reverse.

It managed to corner me in the bathroom, I'd have to fight past it to get the vacuum. It doesn't seem to be any tougher than it was before it became animate, so far.

You don't do this damsel in distress thing too well.

I hate that stereotype.

[There is a light sigh behind those words.]

Noodle soup with mock duck is hardly the worst the City has to offer. Hold on...

[And there's kind of a long lapse, then a creak, then some commotion-- Cameron is finally ready to engage her noodly foe!]

[Listening, listening, listening...]

Any way I can help or does moral support do it for you?

[There's no immediate answer, just the sound of a battle picked up by the mic she's neglected to turn off. The door swings and pounds against the wall a few times, heavy breathing and occasional yelps from Cameron contrasting with the maniacal quacking of the former soup. Finally-- when all seems lost-- there is a porcelain slam and a resounding flush, and a moment later she picks the device back up.]

There. All taken care of.

...............

[Um.]

Wow.

[She clears her throat lightly.]

It was just soup, after all.

You think a bucket of coleslaw would've been a better challenge?

Imagine if this had fallen later in the month, we'd be battling frozen turkeys. Those could do some damage.

Does that happen here?

Well, I wouldn't be entirely surprised if it did.

I'll get a bigger gun.

[Bigger than what, Freddy? And are you well-versed enough in Cameron talk to hear the faint note of disapproval in her reply?]

I wouldn't count on it, following so closely on the heels of this one.

[Um. Maybe, maybe not. Maybe he'll just sliiiiiide on by the remark.]

Don't jinx it now.

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