Evil getting a teensy bit eviler…

I would say fall is fully here, but the temp is supposed to shoot back up to +20 something on Wednesday/Thursday. Could be an overly warm Halloween. The boys are praying the forecast rain stays away. They are also praying to get Friday off school because…. why not is I think their whole argument. I don’t believe those prayers will be answered.

TEXT:

Crack rolled his eyes. “What did you want to know?”

Evil flexed his paws, ignoring that one was now black. “Do you think he will be able to fight us? I know he’s got a pretty thick skull, soooo thick that there’s not much room for brains. I bet most of his gray matter is devoted to growing big muscles, and the remaining bit houses an oddly erudite vocabulary.”

Crack looked at him sideways, and confused. “Eru-huh?”

Evil stuck his tongue out, so did the hat symbol. “I see Lionel’s not the only thick head around here.”

Crack snorted, and jabbed a flashy dagger into Evil’s kidney. Evil jumped back and grinned. “Nice! Love the metal work on that! You can be the bad cop.”

Crack growled. “The longer we’re here the more likely he figures out how HERE works.”

Evil settled down, flower long gone and suit melting away. The hat was still there though, it seemed to be sporting a rather fetching poop symbol. “Just ask him if he poisoned our water. Or those spoiled food deliveries.” Then Evil growled, brows dropping. “And if HE’S the one that massacred the wart hogs.”

Crack eyed him side ways. His horns had grown and torn through the top of the hat. Evil didn’t seem to notice.

Lionel had flopped on his back, dagger feet waving in the air. His eyes rolled around in his sockets and he panted. Then his gaze sharpened and he froze. “That shitting OWL.” 

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