Conversation Was Irrelevant. Only Pie Mattered.

And I Figured You'd Drive A Four-hour Round-trip Before Giving Up Your Car To Someone Else

So Far I’m Not Seeing A Lot Of Difference Between Me And A Carnival Con-man.

I Don't Suppose You Offered To Help?" "sage," Adrian Declared. "these Hands Don't Do Manual Labor." He Knocked Another Ball Into A Hole. "you Want To Play?" "what? With You?" "no, With Clarence." He Sighed At My Dumbfounded Look. "yes, Of Course With Me.

I Looked Him In The Eye, "i Will Always Love You." Then Plunged The Stake Into His Chest. It Wasn't As Precise A Blow As I Would Have Liked, Not With The Skilled Way He Was Dodging. I Struggled To Get The Stake In Deep Enough To His Heart, Unsure If I Could Do It From This Angle. Then, His Struggles Stopped. His Eyes Stared At Me, Stunned, And His Lips Parted, Almost Into A Smile, Albeit A Grisly And Pained One. "that's What I Was Supposed To Say..." He Gasped Out.

A Ghostly Smile Flickered Across His Face. "if You Weren't So Psychotic, You'd Be Fun To Hang Around." "funny, I Feel That Way About You Too." He Didn't Say Anything Else, But The Smile Grew, And He Walked Away.