Costume
We got mail yesterday from the art/costume department (department, in this case, is one guy). There was a need for measurements, and so, Øyvind and I messed around for a while measuring our manly physiques. I think they’re probably going to have some difficulties in finding black suit jackets in our sizes here, but that’s not really our problem.
Actually, the sort of dressy, all-black look they want for us would make us look cool, if it wasn’t for the fact that our characters are bumbling fools who can’t tell the difference between a mannequin and a guy with a fake mustache and a wig. But, we have superpowers, at least. Øyvind can smell where someone is in all of Mexico City, and I, well, I’m very strong or something. And our eyes glow in the dark!
