Aug 22 2011


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“This con just gets bigger every year,” said Alex.

“It does,” said Greg. “And every year I think about not coming back next year, but I always do.”

“You know you would be miserable if you missed it,” said Alex. “Don’t even pretend.”

“Yo, ‘sup dudes?” called Treville, ambling over to the pair of them.

“Well, this might change that,” said Alex.

“Oh, uh, hi, Treville,” said Greg. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here!”

“First time,” said Treville. “How about those cosplay babes, are they hot or what?”

“The work they put into their outfits is certainly impressive,” said Greg.

“I don’t get cosplay,” said Alex. “I mean, spending all that time on money on something you’re going to wear one weekend and then put in the closet for the rest of your life? Crazy.”

“It’s a craft,” said Greg. “I like it. The amount of creative energy that goes into it just amazes me.”

“I like it if the right girl is doing it,” said Treville.

“Yeah, I’m not surprised by that,” said Greg.

“I just got back from the ‘Slave Leia’ contest,” Treville added.

“I’m not surprised by that, either.”

“You shoulda seen the gal who won. All I gotta say is, ‘that’s no moon, that’s a space station,’ if you get what I mean.”

Greg blinked. “Actually, no. I haven’t the slightest clue what you mean.”

-The Gneech

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