“Hilarious. Now, spill it. I figured once you two had scratched the itch, buttered each other’s biscuits, did some squats in the cucumber patch, rode the bony express, that’d be it. One and done, so to speak. But this doesn’t feel like…” “Jesus, Blaze,” Dev said, squinting in his direction. “Where do you even come up with this shit?” “I can keep going.” Blaze winked. “Jammed the clam. Stuffin’ the muff—”
