#verse: hell

The boy stuck his tongue out. “Well I think ya got a problem wit’ your face.” Patrick made a sound of disgust at himself. That was terrible. Worst come back ever. He needed to save face. Now. “It ain’t even a bad idea. We all know th’ spider spilcers store stuff up in th’ ceilin’. All we gotta do is lure one out, steal it’s hooks, an’ I’ll climb up there an’ get th’ stuff.”

“Shit…” Jake cursed under his breath. He knew Moira would be having a word with him when Pat inevitably told her about the swearing. “Spiders… Pat, listen. These are not normal freaks, got that? Watch everywhere. The corners, the ceiling, anywhere someone could hide.”

Patrick laughed, brushing the dirt from his knee. Or trying to at least. With the blood still in the scrape and the dirt on his hands, it was difficult to say if his knee was less dirty now, or more.

"I ain't any more stupid'n you are. So yeah. Ya ain't one t' talk at all Rebecca."