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Beetlejuice stepped up to the podium. With a quick tap on the microphone in front of him, he cleared his throat. "So. It appears that I and my other compatriots have been horrifically neglected by the author. Fuckin' pity, really, I'm not a demon you can just casually neglect. But!" He raised his finger proudly. "Don't fear! I have personally taken it upon myself to punish the other with the utmost efficiency."
As if to prove his point, Beetlejuice stepped behind the curtain on stage and kicked something — something solid and metal. There was a horrified scream. He stepped back out and smiled.
"Of course, I can't insult the author without giving their so-called side of the story. Apparently, 'school' and 'depression' are some sort of excuse for neglecting us — all of us! Even you!" He pointed his finger at you all, and one person let out a vindicated whoop. "But the author has written here that the ending has already been written out. That our story is going to be finished whether they like it or not. All that's left is the padding.
"I, however, still do not care. I have kindly donated the author a laptop — don't tell Charles — and plenty of food and water. They'll be fine… Probably.
"In the meantime, here’s a snippet I stole from them!"
The car stopped at a stoplight, and Qadira leaned back in her seat, inclining her head towards Beetlejuice. “So, you’re, like, Lydia’s brother, right?” Beetlejuice opened his mouth to answer, but she continued, “spill the beans; what insane, embarrassing shit does Lydia do while at home?”
While Beetlejuice laughed, Lydia squawked and smacked Qadira’s arm. “Qadi! How dare you try to use my brother for blackmail! Especially against me!”
"What? I’m just asking the important questions,” the stoplight flashed green, and the car began moving again, "so?”