it won't be the witches that are burning this time

"You’re right there."

"I don't see why not."

"Oh yeah- I forgot. Its funny- it seems like shes never around when I’m over."

"It's most likely the latter."

“Your aunt?”

"Yeah, I mean, I do, you know, live with her."

"Yeah, it does."

"Sure, if you wanna deal with my aunt."

“I do.”

"Well, we both know that your word means everything."

"Oh but I’m so much more than that."

"Says who?"

"Oh somehow, you always seem to be in a much better mood whenever I’m around."

"Is that so? Well, fair enough."

"I’m thinking that you need a dose of aspirin- and me."

"Hmm. Tempting."

"What did you have in mind?"

[The relief swelled and he coughed to catch his breath as he fell back to the ground, only to be yanked up again, a bubbled of air caught in his throat. His face turned red again and his tongue lulled.]

[Chuckling and shaking her head at his pleas, Marceline dropped the boy, but threw him back a few feet.]

[The change in pressure pushes his eyes open, he starts kicking and clutching deeper into his throat]

"I'm what?!"

"Dinner? How fancy."

"Ouch- poor guy, but I mean he probably deserved it though, so-"

"Tell me you wouldn't do the same if someone that wasn't me looked at you like a piece of meat."