Midnight Pals: Dogs

Hildur Knutsdottir: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of the night guest
Knutsdottir: its about a woman who gets a full night's sleep so you would think she would be well rested (she's not)
Knutsdottir: it's almost like something is possessing her while she sleeps (something is)

Knutsdottir: this possession
Knutsdottir: you might think it's the yule lads (it's not the yule lads)
Knutsdottir: or maybe grylla (its not grylla)
Knutsdottir: perhaps its the hidden people (its not the hidden people)

Knutsdottir: now this woman also has a dead sister
Knutsdottir: so you would think maybe the ghost of her dead sister is possessing her
King:
Poe:
Lovecraft:
Koontz:
Barker:
King: um
King: was there supposed to be a parenthetical there
Knutsdottir: not saying

Knutsdottir: now of course when this woman has weird sleep problems, you would of course take advantage of our socialized medical system to see a doctor (she does this)
Knutsdottir: but even socialized medicine is not free from the scourge of sexism (there's a lot of it)
Angela Carter: yes yes this scans

Knutsdottir: anyway that's the Icelandic socialized medicine system for you
Dan Simmons: why do you have to bring politics into this?
Simmons: i just want a nice apolitical scary story
Knutsdottir: ok i'll fast forward to the cat murders
Lovecraft: WHAT

Knutsdottir: yeah someone's been killing cats (it's her) which you wouldn't expect (she loves cats)
Lovecraft: i can't listen to this!
Lovecraft: i can tolerate rac-
Barker: we know howard you say that everytime
Lovecraft: it's my catch phrase!
Barker: no it's not!

Knutsdottir: every night she walks across the city (to the harbor)
Knutsdottir: now you think she might be visiting Bæjarins Beztu Pylsur (but she's not)
Cynthia Pelayo: aw that hot dog ain't no good!
King: what? hot dog?
Knutsdottir: you're entitled to your opinion (it's actually the best in the city)

Pelayo: what dya even put on a hot dog over there?
King: why are we talking about hot dogs?
Knutsdottir: með öllu
Pelayo: pfft! með öllu indeed!
Pelayo: ya don't even know what you're getting!

Pelayo: i tell you, you want a hot dog, you get it CHICAGO STYLE
Pelayo: mustard, chopped onion, pickle spears, sport peppers
Pelayo: YEAH! CHICAGO STRONG, BABY!!!
Pelayo: GO BEARS OR MAYBE WHITE SOX!!!

Knutsdottir: no no see a hot dog should have remolaði sauce (and apple ketchup)
Pelayo: wtf! the only sauce that goes on a dog is mustard
Knutsdottir: WHAT?! like the infidel bill Clinton?! (he ordered with only mustard during his 2004 visit)
Knutsdottir: NEVER!!!
Knutsdottir: it's með öllu!!! always með öllu!!!

Lovecraft: now i prefer my sausages providence style
Barker: no you don't
Barker: that's not even a thing
Lovecraft: no it is! its when you put a Vienna sausage on a slice of white bread
Barker: howard, we all know you don't eat ethnic food

Pelayo: who's ready for mouth watering hot dogs??
Lovecraft: ah sausages!
Pelayo: Hebrew national hot dogs!
Lovecraft:
Lovecraft: [sweats]