From the current WIP -- Darkside: Damned If You Do
Smokey screamed again. He must have been getting stronger, because his voice shattered windows all along Government Street.
Josh cupped his hands over his ears and shouted. “So exactly how do you plan to take him down?”
“I don’t suppose you have a giant leaf blower in the trunk of your car?” I hollered back.
“It looks kind of solid near the middle,” Josh said, not dignifying my question with a response. “Maybe you can just kick its ass the old-fashioned way.”
I looked sideways at Josh. It didn’t escape my notice that he’d said you and not we. Smokey stopped screaming, so there was no longer a need to shout. “Maybe I should try talking to it first,” I said.
Josh cuffed me in the back of the head.
“What? Maybe it’s just misunderstood, or at least in need of some extensive therapy.”
“Fine,” Josh said. “You try talking to it and I’ll go see if I can find it a giant Zoloft.”
Josh cupped his hands over his ears and shouted. “So exactly how do you plan to take him down?”
“I don’t suppose you have a giant leaf blower in the trunk of your car?” I hollered back.
“It looks kind of solid near the middle,” Josh said, not dignifying my question with a response. “Maybe you can just kick its ass the old-fashioned way.”
I looked sideways at Josh. It didn’t escape my notice that he’d said you and not we. Smokey stopped screaming, so there was no longer a need to shout. “Maybe I should try talking to it first,” I said.
Josh cuffed me in the back of the head.
“What? Maybe it’s just misunderstood, or at least in need of some extensive therapy.”
“Fine,” Josh said. “You try talking to it and I’ll go see if I can find it a giant Zoloft.”
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