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you old softie

"You are evil, Krall.

Evil beyond evil. Evil that has been infested with an evil virus that creates evil.

"

Officer Seaman was crying.

Dip Shit took a deep breath, fighting back the tears.

"Never in all my years have I ever encountered such a horrible act of torture.

HAVE YOU NO PITY?"

She looked at her sister.

"You never told us of such horrible, unimaginable, torture.

I am sick.

I am faint."

"You are a drama queen," Betty whispered to me.

"YOU WERE NOT HERE," Dip Shit yelled at her.

"You have no idea. It shall haunt my dreams forever."

Calvin walked into the room.

"Do I still get to play?"

Officer Seaman and Dip Shit screamed at the top of their lungs.

Calvin shrieked at the top of his.

Do ghosts have lungs?

In the distance I heard Russell scream.

Trees shook in the wind.

Dark clouds formed.

Hurricanes ...

"Sweetie?"

I looked at Betty.

She was so beautiful.

"Sweetie, you are talking aloud."

"Am I?"

"Please. PLEASE," Officer Seaman begged.

"We will tell you anything you want to know.

Just keep him away from us."

I smiled at Calvin.

"You win, Calvin."

"YESSSSSSSSSSS."

He was jumping up and down and spinning around.

"I never won anything before."

He stopped.

"Except for this one time. I bought a box of Cracker Jacks and I won a special ring and a tattoo."

I pondered whether or not to tell him that every box had a prize in it.

Betty shook her head.

"Let him have this, hun."

I looked to Calvin.

"Go and surf the net, my friend."

"Huh?"