"Wasn't for lack of trying," you scoffed, sitting up against the tree as you stretched. "The killer's trying to finish what was started."
"Sid's under protection, right?" Gale asked.
"Yeah. She's got these two detectives that follow her everywhere," Randy answered, throwing an arm around your shoulder.
"Some help they were," you rolled your eyes.
Gale's phone rang again.
"What?" she asked aggressively, cigarette in hand. "Tell Bob I'll call him back."
She hung up and slammed the phone shut, placing it back down and focusing back onto the conversation.
"When did she start smoking?" Dewey asked.
"Ever since those nude pictures on the internet," Randy sighed, looking like he was remembering something horrific.
That was a funny summer break.
"It was just my head. It was Jennifer Aniston's body," Gale corrected. "Anyway, you're forgetting something. In Woodsboro, there were more victims before the homestretch. Casey, my cameraman, Himbry-" "Time out!" Joel interrupted.
"See, I don't need to be hearing about no dead cameramen, all right? Now, I'm warning you guys. I am one verb away from vacatin' these premises."
The other three were confused, but I knew exactly what my man was talkin' about.
"Now, I'm gonna get me some coffee, donuts, Prozac, see if I can find some crack, Special K, X not Malcom, and I'll be back when you guys start talking about something a little more Saved By The Bell-ish, all right?" he stated, standing up from his seat.
"Slide me some of that crack when you get it," you sighed, dapping him up.
Dewey gave you a scolding look, and you laughed, "It was a joke! I was joking."
Joel gave you a smile before turning around, walking off.
"He seems a little shaky," Dewey said sarcastically.
