I had no idea what the deal was with the pen and paper.
“This is getting old. Now what do you want?” I asked.
“Oh, you know,” he replied while writing something on the paper.
Suddenly there was a skipping sound behind me and Slait smiled.
“Another me??!! How cool!” he exclaimed.
I turned around and, yep, there was that other Slait. Slait 2 ran over to Slait 1 and gave him a hug.
When the hug was released, Slait 1 dropped to the floor.
After a few twitches, he lay still.
“Is he dead?” I asked.
Slait walked over to the prone body and nudged it with his foot. Then he jammed his arm down Slait 1’s throat and pulled out another Slait.
“Not any longer,” Slait said.
Then the doorbell rang. Since it still is the season for PCH, I stepped over Slait 1’s body and flung open the door.
Instead of PCH, I found myself staring down at a little man.
That little man was Bob.
And he looked really scared.
“Remember Slait?” he asked and then vomited on the welcome mat.
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