We dragged Nick back with us this time.
And it suddenly seems like a bad idea.
“Hi-yo, Silver, away!” he screeches again.
“Shut up, man!” Tina yells at him.
Tina’s talking to Johnny on the cell.
So we end up switching seats.
I’m not quite sure what to think
Of what transpires after that.
“Eat the cake, Nick.” A poke.
“No! Never! You’ve
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