#zeck143

“—be there at three, then! On the dot. If yer not there in time, well… shit! I’d hafta throw ya into the engine my damn self!”

With a roar of laughter (more so coming from his end than from those he basically threatened) and a wave of his hand, Rick shooed away the small group of coworkers that had flocked to him upon returning. Being greeted with the familiar smell of old wood as the door swung open to his office, he had to smile. Everything was right where he had… No, that wasn’t true. There was one thing he was sure wasn’t there before his absence. Throwing his coat onto the nearby rack, Rick walked over to pick up the generous display of goodies left for… him, presumably.

“W…” Rick muttered off the little message, letting the word fall off his tongue like honey.

Is the… Is the third pose a reference to the Evil Dead..?