So 50P came over last night with piles of fake fur for a little costume assistance, then joined Zack and myself for some trick-or-treating and hanging with some friends who tricked out their yard with tombstones and smoke machines and the like. It was only afterwards, when he decided to return to our house for some costume finalizing, that he recalled this bitchin' coelacanth costume he had cooling in his van. Buwhaaah?
The best part was that I let Zack open the front door to our building to let 50 in. I was down the hallway a bit, so in the interest of teaching Zack some safety I asked him to look out the window before he opened the door.
"Is that him?"
"Yes!"
Door opens, this thing is standing there. I'm afraid that goes down as a lesson fail.
In other news my head start on jack-o-lantering meant a head start on pumpkin putrefaction and a self-promise to never again leave my work on the hallway carpet. I forgot how fast the mold moves in.
Still, the results were pretty amusing.
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