“Jim!” George shouted. “Jim, wake up and get out here!” “Shut up, George.” Charlie pointed the pistol at George for emphasis. “I told you Jim’s sleeping.” “I know he’s sleeping,” George said. “Jim, there’s a demon inside Charlie! Wake up!” “I swear, George, you got to the count of three…” “Jim!” “One…” “Jim, Charlie’s fixing to shoot me! You better—” Charlie pulled the trigger and George stopped shouting. He blinked at Charlie in surprise. “You shot me,” he said. “Well, I said I was gonna shoot you.”
