"I hope that you recorded the delicious sounds of the host dying."The other six smiled evil and malicious. "All was recorded; the machine that has the...emotions was used this time. You should get the full effect. I have to say that the death of this one was so satisfying!" Ah good! I will need the fear and pain to grow back in strength. Afterward we have to discuss plans to rid the universe of the last of the Cliveastones. This one is far beyond those that we eliminated five centuries. The rest of us were kind of dragged along in your wake. So, if shit goes down, Cletus is fucked. You, my man, you have brothers watching your back!” He paused, and grinned a little bit. “Besides, with you dating a Sister, hell, we might get you eating some fried chicken and melon, come next summer! Break you out of that suburban bubble altogether!”I chuckled, gratefully. “Dunno, partner. You know I’m all about the rigatoni, and Greek food, and tetrazini, gonna take some serious bubble breaking. ” Chris said, matching the handshake. Stephanie Meyer, murderer of literature. Scratch that, insanely rich murderer of literature. She was notoriously tough on the set of the first Twilight movie and it looked like she was being just as tough for this movie.“The fan girls will lap this up anyway. Just give it a ‘yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir.’ attitude and pretend to take her advice.” Leon said with a smile as he offered Chris a seat.“I know right. Jeez, it’s not like this is my first. I made my way through the convention center and to the bank of elevators. I realized I had coffee breath (and nobody likes that smell) so I popped a piece of gum in my mouth as I walked to room 2109. Knock, knock, knock...I stood in the hall waiting but no answer. Knock, knock, knock. I checked my phone--yep room 2109--I was in the right place. About that time the door opened. There stood Brent dripping wet--straight out of the shower--with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His pecs, abs,.