"We're doing witchcraft. Brad's a gay furry now," he says, as if those thoughts are somehow remotely connected. And I mean... "Shut up, Reese!" I snap, my face heating up. "I'm not a fucking furry! Can we just get back to the ritual, please?" I ask, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. "Chill out, dude," Steve says nonchalantly. "You know Reese's cousin is half-gay." Reese gives me a pointed "I told you so" look. "Oh my God," Devon mutters, rubbing his forehead. "Whose turn is it with the brain cell today? Maybe we can get him in here instead."
