Okay...pant, pant...Matt's busy dismembering that effigy of me I made out of that guy in the bag. Now to figure out what's going on...
Okay, let me see...this all started when Matt and I jumped that kid with the frosted hair, waif-like stare and trunkload of occult tomes.
I suppose I should have realized he wasn't going to a bar...but what hideous force could have led him to this dank pit in the middle of the wilderness?
