“It'll be fine,” the witch said reassuringly. “But just to be on the safe side,” she added, letting the reassurance slip ever so slightly, “let me and Ollie do all the talking. We've already got some leverage what with Ollie being a half vampire, so let's build on that.”
It was a good plan, and a plan that everyone agreed on for once. A sound plan. A workable plan. A plan for all seasons.
“Of course it all depends on Stitches being able to keep his big fat gob shut for more than three seconds at a time,” said Ollie, shattering the entente cordiale.
“What do you mean by that?” said the zombie, immediately taking offence quicker than a sensible shoe wearing, vegetarian, ultra-feminist lesbian who's had the life shattering misfortune to have a man hold a door open for her. “I'm perfectly c
