It’s been a month since Beetlejuice left the watery sometimes-but-usually-not haven. Madame Geoffrey enjoyed full reign of the tank for a week while authorities cleaned up the hospital.
“I don’t know why they waited until I’m old, half-blind, and sick to let me enjoy a large tank,” she told us when we asked how it felt. She then moved on to give her opinion about Tiki (which was unfavorable, of course, since she couldn’t “eat him”) and wondered what authorities did with Beetlejuice. “Not that I want him back or anything,” she assured us with some fin flashing. We think she does, though, because her next complaint was that she was bored. The Good Madame was quite perturbed when she was moved back to the small confines of the hospital.
“I wish they’d stop trying to prolong my life,” Madame Geoffrey sighed after the first round of medication, “and put me back in the Mansion. I want to swim free for a while.”
Those of us at The Bubbly Review agreed with her. She’s obviously at the end of her life. Why not just let her be?
True to form, authorities ignored comments about quality of life.
Yesterday, the soul of Madame Geoffrey, our Mistress of Pain, left the small confines of the hospital to the great underocean. We hope she found her Sassy and they have ghostly fry until their hearts are content.
Authorities are distraught, Tiki is indifferent, and we wonder what will happen to our little publication. Hopefully, Hermit Tiki will add to our stories or get new frenemies soon.
—The Bubbly Review
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