“Oh no, please, please, please be joking,” Mary’s soft voice implored. “Come on, how else should we celebrate our return to Lander than by engaging in our traditional form of revelry?” “Literally, I mean literally, anything else,” Alice said. “Fine then. Whipped cream orgy it is.” “Is it sad that I’d almost prefer that to more slasher flicks?” Mary asked. “At this point, no,” Vince agreed as he opened the Melbrook front door.
