.Right Hand Man.

          “The craving hit me just now! How was I supposed to know then, huh?!”

         “You know what I’ve been craving? Roasted pork.”

          “Oh, sweet Mother Theresa--!” How was it that she managed it so easily? Especially all the dangers that came with it? Now THAT added respect in regards to her. “Holy crud...you know, you’re seriously cool. Hey--you wanna grab a bite sometime soon? Totally as thanks for helping me with it--”

        “Ah?!" The yelp both in surprise of hearing the voice and with this new knowledge. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” Well, it was a good thing she let him know. “Well, flattering as it is to know I’m still irresistible--please tell me there’s some way to get it off, like, NOW--”

         “NOT FUCKIN' THIS!" --why yes, yes it is.

        “You ever get the urge to just, I dunno, burn everything you own and run away into the wilderness and live out the rest of your days as a wild man?”

       “Why is a CHILD in the house SWEARING???”