”“Your horses and mules are fine. Your prisoner is over there by the fire. I caught him trying to find the keys to his chains.”“Who are you?�... Hoyt asked.The first thing Hoyt noticed about the man when he opened his one good eye, was the long jagged scar across the right side of his face, from his temple to his chin.“U.S. Marshal Lon Wolfe, out of Alamosa. I see by your papers that you’re a Bounty Hunter, posing as a Special Deputy U.S. Marshal out of Phoenix ... Man, you’ve come a long ways. ‘What… What do you mean, all alone?’ McGonagall replied, looking both a little curious and a little afraid at what he meant. In reality, Fred and George had staged their entire performance that day to lure McGonagall into separating them from the rest of the class. In this way, they could be all alone for as long as they needed and nobody would ask questions about their or McGonagall’s whereabouts for over an hour. The twins’ brilliant plan was to have their final photo shoot with a woman. The audience roared even louder and more excitement coming out from their screams. They wanted to see a white woman have sex with a Filipino zombie, and to see what it would be like. The two other guys who were there on the stage left, allowing Brigitte and the zombie to have sex before the audience for about half-an-hour more. The two guys returned again, but this time electrocuting another moving zombie towards the direction of zombie-Rob and Brigitte. As the second zombie moved. A beautiful woman I recall from TV commercials walked towards us and asked, “Would any of you like one of our smoothies?”She was holding a tray of them, and each of the girls and moms took one. Behind her was a redhead I recognized from when Dad sits down and watches FBN. She had more, and I grabbed one with the tint of red to it.“You’ll like that, Mr. Love, it’s cherry flavored.”“You seem familiar to me?” I said.“I had my own shows on the Fox Business Network, until I decided I was tired of.