The ministry of silly walks.
“Absolutely not. That walk is the wholly-owned property of the Consortium of Steam.”
sighed and stood still. “Fine. It was just an experiment. What about this one?” Once again, she paraded in front of the motion capture
And once again, the alarm blatted.
“Don’t tell me. I
accidentally did Wilgro. I knew it. One more. One more.” This time, Ribuffo added the little fillip with the half-skip left step.
“That’s Wilgro with a half-skip left fillip,” said the clerk. “And it’s owned by Dedtrii, you know? The–”
who does all the Wilgro parody pieces. I know.” Ribuffo fell into the interview chair. “Dale… I want to be funny. Are there any -Idunno-
public domain walks?”
Dale raised her eyebrow. “Uh… I could get into trouble for looking.” Then she lowered her voice to a whisper, “And I can’t tell you to go looking for Archivaas Blaiiz in the Fiftieth district, subsection forty-eight. I can’t tell you to go meet at the Undisclosed Coffee Shop because it doesn’t exist. There’s no such thing as a cafe with no surveillance on Ghiisham. And I definitely can not tell you to get Archivaas Blaiiz’s help with form WWITGI-84529G. Got that?“
Ribuffo winked and tapped her squeaker-nose. “Absolutely not,” she said. “I won’t do any of those things at all.”
Comedy was serious business on Ghiishem.