The sky is bleeding, we must fear the flood
A match made in hell 1.1
December 28, 2006A few days passed and I found myself in front of his house again. He told me to return seven days ago but I didn't think he'll mind, he is the prince of broken promises anyway.
His door was ajar so I decided to let myself in.
Oh, it's you. I though you'd changed your mind. It's been more than a week, it's a good thing I'm not really particular about or else I would have sent you downstairs.
Like anything could be lower.
Yeah, well, I knew you wouldn't mind. Besides, I don't think things can get much worse for me.
Be careful what you wish.
Believe me, you don't really wanna know.
Did you know it was Christmas up there 3 days ago?
I should humor him.
No, not really. It's not like we have calendars down here. Even if we did, I bet we couldn't tell. AND, I'm sure it'd make people a lot more miserable counting the days.
He snickers.
Hah! And you said it couldn't be worse. Hmmm… that's a good idea though.
Anyway.
Anyway, I'm as decided as I can be. I'm in.
He ponders for a moment.
Alright, we'll see. We'll give you a test drive. I'll even let you have what you wanted. You see, He's not the only generous one 'round here.
He's a scheming little prick.
