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Twas a lovely day in 1930's New York (they live in new york now.) Arthur had just woken up, it was 4 in the afternoon. He noticed that John wasnt in bed, because it was four in the afternoon.
Arthur had been sick recently, it was the flu, they thought he was dying. So he opted to, like a smart rational person who thought they were dying, get up out of bed and go pester John. John was currently doing some paperwork because they needed money and food to eat. Well Arthur needed food, John went out at night and killed the rich corrupt politicians and ate them instead. He didn't have to do this since normal food sustained him just as well as human corpses, he just liked it.
The police also weren't looking into the crimes since the corrupt poltiicians were awful people and no one liked them.
*very posh biritish accent despite the fact they are in New York* "Hello dear fellow, could I trouble you for the time?"
John, who had not yet told Arthur that whereever they were was most definetely not New York, and that the moon had been missing from the sky for at least a week, was atmidtedly a little freakded out by this. "Arthur its 4 in the afternoon, and why are you British now, we live in New York."
Arthur anamorphs into a british snail
"AHA, you have been fooled! Twas secretly *me* Kayne! The entire time!"
the camera then spins around to reveal a guy whos head is a mouth "wow, his acting is amazing. Its hard to believe he's vegan, and that he tried to kill us all."
bubble eats the camera and the fic ends yippie horray