Wild Dogs? Or Just Clayton? -nick Sorrentino

Jeremy Had A Plan For Getting Clay Back And I Wasn't Allowed To Know Anything About It Or Allowed To Help Him Carry It Out. As One Might Expect, I Accepted This News With Grace And Understanding. "that Is The Stupidest Idea I've Ever Heard!" I Snarled For The Dozenth Time That Hour. "i Won't Just Sit Here And Do Nothing.

Cleavage Is Great," She Said. "like An Extra Pocket.

You'll Wrest A Burning Sword From An Angel, But You're Afraid Of Bats?" "i'm Not Afraid Of Them. I Just Don't Like Them. They're...furry. Flying Things Shouldn't Be Furry. It's Not Right. And If I Ever Meet The Creator, I'm Taking That One Up With Him." "that I'd Like To See. Your One And Possible Only Chance To Get The Answer To Every Question In The Universe, And You Ask, 'why Are Bats Furry?'" "i Will. You Just Wait.

It's Because When We Sneeze, Our Soul Flies Out Our Nose And If No One Says 'bless You,' The Devil Can Snatch It.

He Wore Sweatpants And A T-shirt And Had Stopped In The Middle Of The Hall, Furiously Scratching One Bare Forearm. "fleas?" I Said.