bear mace is way too nice. bring a chainsaw, give it to firkle. that trigger happy son of a bitch would turn Halloween into a real show. people would be, like, actually scared of us.
and what, praytell, do you suggest we do when those drunk girls in costumes bogart our safe haven after a few too many jello shots?
we should bring bear mace.
Jesus fucking Christ, what are we, four years old? let’s just do what we do every year. we sit in the graveyard, and we think about how shitty our life is.
( Breathing a snort, Micha leans in. Index & thumb taking his chin, jaw pulled slightly ajar to ease the cigarette between his teeth. )
You’re lazy.