"We're covering this," Lottie said to me.
"Promise me something first?"
"What?"
"That you will not be shitting fire ants if our video doesn't go viral within the first five nanoseconds of us posting it."
She laughed. "Fine, fine."
I felt something cold on my shoulder. When I turned around, I saw nothing.
Lottie went into the kitchen, and came back holding two Yoo-hoos. "Want one?"
"I want them both."
"Very funny. You get one."
As I drank, I heard a low growling sound of some sort and a strange voice murmuring something I couldn't understand.
Whatever it was saying, though, I could tell it wasn't very nice.
