“Heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to kick Nine’s ass we go,” Krude sang softly, and I shook my head. “Heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to kick Nine’s ass; we go.” He whistled the rest of the tone, and I cut my eyes at him. “You are walking around here with a damn axe, and you expect me to be serious?” he lifted his brow and shrugged. “It’s not possible.”
