Benny gave her audience a chance to react, and if she could grin anymore, she would have. Zombie guy seemed to be enjoying himself, and gave what she assumed was upward applause, though the helicopter motions after were lost on her, Asian Prince showed something she took as amusement up until she spotted the blood, and the crocodile...well, her story and punchline must have been top notch, based on how he was literally rolling on the floor laughing.

“Thank you, thank you. I’m here all night, folks!”

Benny started to join in as the crocodile gestured, but before she could put one lime green-slippered foot in front of the other, she found herself sitting.

“Wow, what service! I’d get a drink if it wouldn't go right through me.”

The zombie man suddenly sported an axe, and weirdly enough, he seemed to settle down. When the crocodile spoke, Benny would have quirked a brow if she had one.

“Booth rent? Ha. Funny. Leave the jokes to the [i]real[/i] comedians.”

She placed her arms behind her head, then one bony ankle crossed over the other on the table. Had she still been alive, the open robe below her belt would have left little to the imagination.

“But hey, anything can happen in a dream, so whatever.”

Then the crocodile introduced himself as the God of Chaos, and her position left her with a perfect view of the light show that followed. She even applauded when it finished. [i]Now[/i] she could say this dream took a turn for the weird.

Except Crocus denied it was a dream. Benny wished there was a way to pinch herself, but no nerves meant no pain. Still, as she listened to his spiel, she tried to decide if she was amused or annoyed.

Yes, she decided at last, then sat up properly when Crocus became just an afro! ...No, the irritating buzzing meant he became a fly. The scale slid a little more toward “annoyed”.

A sudden weight at her pelvis got her attention. Benny glanced down to the belt -- obviously stronger and sturdier than her flimsy robe belt -- and beeper attached to it.

“The hell?”

She tapped the beeper curiously, then looked over at Crocus, before she looked over at the other two. The Asian Prince seemed the most frustrated of the three of them, and zombie brute...well, he seemed to be looking for something.

“Whatcha need, big guy?”