Feed the Gods Page #3

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Couldn't tell you. The good ideas

were just flying back and forth.

Who knows what's what?

Uh-huh.

Kris! Ahh!

Will! Hey, everybody,

Will's here.

Who are you talking to?

Yeah, but that's not the point.

I saw something.

Oh. Brit, do you hear

that? Will saw something.

You're an ass.

Unbelievable.

Long trip.

So, Bigfoot owns

a bed-and-breakfast.

Yeah, maybe.

Oh-oh!

Holy sh*t!

Yeah, okay, that's live.

That's what the sign said.

Yeah. Thanks. Uh, rock-paper-scissors

to see who goes under.

I found another way through.

Here we are. This shitty,

a**hole cabin. But that's cool.

Wait a second.

Oh, my God.

Oh, that is awesome.

Dude.

Will.

What are you doing?

Yeah. Nothin'.

Really?

Yeah.

Hey.

Hi.

Hi.

Emma, this is my brother, Will.

Will, this is Emma.

She owns the bed-and-breakfast.

What's up?

Yeah. So, um,

we're gonna get our stuff,

if you're finished not doing

whatever it is that you're doing.

Yeah. No, that's... that's

perfect. Good. Thanks.

Let's do that.

Establish yourself

as pervert. Check.

Embarrass yourself in front

of local hottie. Double check.

Just a couple extra moments.

Oh!

Got everything?

So, how long are you guys

planning on staying?

- Um, probably just...

- Uh, up in the air, actually.

To the presidential suites!

Oh. Hmm.

You'll be sharing the top floor

with Wyatt and Shanna.

I hope you're

not light sleepers.

So I said, "Matthew, where did

you get those Skittles from?"

And he said, "I got... " Oh, Em,

can we use the fire pit outside?

Yeah. Of course.

Okay.

So, I said, "Matthew, where did you

get those Skittles from? They're mine. "

And here we have the inside

of our shitty, old cabin.

Oh, wow.

Oh, yeah, okay.

All right.

That's pretty serious.

What else have we got here?

What is that?

There's a cot in the living room

for your brother.

We don't usually get more than a couple

guests at a time, so I hope this will do.

He's not too picky.

He's barely house-trained,

actually.

Well, he'll fit right in

with the locals then.

- Where's your bathroom? - Uh, just past

the stairs and first door on the right.

Is she yours?

What?

Married, I mean. God.

I'm sorry. We don't... We just... I haven't

had this many guests in a while, so...

Guess I just like

to know who's who.

- So you run this place on your own?

- No. No, not exactly.

My Uncle Hank, he helps out

from time to time, but...

legally it's mine.

That's a lot of responsibility. Yeah.

Tell me about it.

Nobody appreciates it either.

Well, I do.

Because if I had to spend another

second in that car with my brother,

I would have swerved

into the opposite lane.

Well, I'll let you

get comfortable.

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