[ written this time. boy's trying to learn how this all works, 'k? 'k. ]

[hellboundson]

So, uh, where would a guy get some salt?

Like... a lot of it. And please tell me you guys have heard of sharpies, because I could use one of those too.

Anyone?

Failing that, I really need to find some duct tape.

And my brother. Dammit, Sam.

Zach, if this is your fault, I will

get back to you as soon as I figure out how to finish that threat.