Midnight Pals: Mr. Electric

Ray Bradbury: Submitted for the approval of the midnight Society, I call this the tale of the eternal summer, the last vestiges of muggy august giving way to the bluster of autumn, the twinkling lights of town below in the humid night, young lovers stealing kisses in the dark, old men on the porch, jawin and chewin and chuckling at remembrances of romances long past
Barker: you’re literally just describing a Thomas Kinkade painting
Poe: clive

Stephen King: wow ray you really come up with some evocative imagery!
King: whatever inspired you to become a writer anyway?
Bradbury: well, it all started when I went to the county fair and met a wizard
Koontz: whoa! A real wizard!
King: no dean he’s talking about a magician
Bradbury: [chuckling] am I?

Bradbury: mr electrico was no mere magician!
Bradbury: he had the REAL power!!!
Bradbury: the power
Bradbury: to fire a young boy’s IMAGINATION!
Neil Gaiman: [clapping] right, right! Good show! Right on!

Ray Bradbury: and Mr Electrico pointed a flaming electrical sword at me and said
Bradbury: “LIVE FOREVER!!”
Bradbury: now I cannot be killed
Gretchen Felker-Martin: oh yeah, big mood

Bradbury: Mr Electrico said “Live Forever!”
Bradbury: Now I cannot be killed
Bradbury: and it’s true
Bradbury: c’mon try it out
Stephen King: no no I couldn’t
Bradbury: c’mon
Bradbury: c’mon!!!
Bradbury: come at me bro!!!
Bradbury: I can take it!!

Bradbury: [slapping chest] c’mon, take a swing at me!
Stephen King: I really don’t want to fight you Ray
Bradbury: do it! Do it!
Barker: I’ll do it
Poe: clive
Barker: I’m just giving him what he wants!
Poe: clive
Poe: clive he’s like 100 years old

Mary Shelley: sup fuckers
Bradbury: mary!!! Come at me!
Mary Shelley: okie dokie [immediately shivs Bradbury, blade snaps]
Mary Shelley: what the fuck
Bradbury: ha! this isn’t even a tenth of my power!!!

Bradbury: what did I tell you?!
Bradbury: not a single one of you could defeat you!!
Mary Shelley: oh yeah?
Mary Shelley: guess we’ll have to gang up on you!! Get ‘im boys!
[Ann Radcliffe and Monk Lewis approach with chain and billy club respectively]

[Bradbury effortlessly blocks roundhouse kick by Wrath James White]
Bradbury: ha! Laughable!
[Bradbury effortlessly sidesteps kung fu chop by Alan Baxter]
Bradbury: ha! Pathetic!

Bradbury: come on! Come at me!
Robert E Howard: you sure about this pardna?
Howard: this ain’t no pea shooter hombre
Bradbury: [slapping chest] what’s the matter, ya pussy?
Bradbury: Fuckin do it!!

Howard: hold on thar pardna
Howard: I think ya might wanna calm down
Bradbury: [grabbing gun and pulling Robert E Howard closer]
Bradbury: DO
Bradbury: IT

Howard: [aiming gun] okay pilgrim you asked fer it
Poe: bob
Poe: bob this is getting ridiculous
Poe: bob don’t
Howard: [cocking gun] sorry pardna
Howard: I gotta
Howard: it’s the law of the west

Ray Bradbury: [flexing] Behold!!! The power of Mr. Electrico!!! The electric man!!!
Barker: so ray
Barker: I hear this magician’s fake
Poe: clive
Bradbury: he’s a real magician
Barker: is he now
Barker: then why hasn’t anyone ever heard of him
Bradbury: he
Bradbury: he lives in Canada