“Diner is READY!” yelled a voice with a thick Italian accent from inside the house.
“No! Not him! If is him, I am giving up” muttered Grimm, with an angry look on his face, because all skull looks angry.
“Euro!” shouted Gooz, leaving the porch to come inside Mick’s home. On the couch Shirley was reading Cosmopolitan, happy that the Italian had come from out of nowhere to relieve her from cooking duty. Unless he was going to leave the kitchen all messed without cleaning up... the though gave her chills down her spine.
“Euro, what are you doing here?” asked Gooz with a smile.
“Cooking, it seems. I guess the Writer wants me to be here, without imposing his view over the recreation of the Universe... And you?”
“Well, I am really just an older... or was it younger... sometimes I confuse even myself... version of the bald one, the one that doesn’t want to be in other one’s posts, so I can say I am here to facilitate the writing... actually, I wanted to give a suggestion on the recreation of the Universe, but it seems the three amigos out there wants to do it on their own...”
Euro shrugged. “Just when we are going all 52, Infinite Crisis and One year later in the other thread, I wonder why a new Universe is needed, but who cares, I go where the writing is... it is just so weird that there is actually writing in this forum.”
“Well, Euro, to say the truth, I stated somewhere that breaking the fourth wall is so out of fashion, I am not really comfortable to continue this conversation...” said Gooz.
“Ok, Ritchie, no problem, I can revert to character mode easily. How’s Quinn?”
“Well, I think he’s finding his way...” replied Gooz, nodding. “And Eddie?”
“Fine, thanks” said Euro, nodding himself. The two continued to nod for a few seconds.
“Well” broke the silence Euro, “it looks the meal is ready. Call the others, Ritchie!”
