I've decided, for myself, not to go along anymore with her playing favorites with you. I only agreed to go along with this as long as everyone else we...t along. You don't want to go along. Only Joyce has changed in how we said we'd do things, not me. She thought you just needed some time. You and I both know that isn't what you need. You want to keep Joyce hoping. She hopes you'll change, so you'll use that for as long as you can. You made it seem like you might change, but only as long as that. " We stood next to a green barrel full of water on one side of the set. Two destination barrels waited on the opposite side, one red and one blue. Slappy gave me a red bucket and slapped me on the back. The bucket fell from my hands. More laughter. Happy stood with an oversized starter's pistol. "Ready? Set?" Happy pulled the trigger and a flag reading 'BANG' popped from the gun.Ruffles was already at the full barrel, loading up on water. He casually sauntered across the stage. I ran to the. Stopping, I listened, and I really did hear a woman calling for help. I went up to the back door and sure enough, I could hear her calling "Help!" and "Goddamnit, get me out of here!".Entering a kitchen through an unlocked screen-door, I saw what was causing the disturbance. Protruding from the cabinet under the sink, was a woman's naked ass. "Bob? Is that you, Bob?" she asked. "Get me the Hell out of here!" She was yelling, but the cabinet and its contents tended to muffle the sound. I. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, spitting out the scalding porridge and then panting with his burnt tongue out. He eyed the brown jug and grabbed it. He took a swig to cool his tongue. The alcohol burned even more. He squealed between clenched jaws but swallowed. The blessed liquor worked its wonders and took the edge off the pain. Baby sighed, then glared reproachfully at his porridge. It was the fourth time this month he'd been burned and he was seriously considering muesli. He poured an extra helping.