The minute the green slime plopped onto Joey’s head; his entire frame stiffened. “You’re fucking dead,” he growled, slowly turning around as green slime dripped down his hair, face, and shoulders. “Bring it on, bitch,” I growled, tapping the bottom of the bottle to make sure that every ounce of liquid drained out. “Aoife!” Mrs. Adams screeched. “What in the name of—“ “Put me down!” I screamed, hands and legs flailing wildly, when Joey threw me over his shoulder, and turned back to the sink. “Don’t you dare – ahhhh!”
