|Haunted but nice.|
"Hmmm," he said aloud to himself, "The wallpaper seems fine."
"Either these curtains go or I do," he said, then chuckled to himself for ripping off Oscar Wilde.
|Is that a body?|
"Shit," he all but shouted, "I hate hippies."
Gallowes decided he needed some fresh air and a new perspective on things, so he wandered outside.
|I see a stoner, but where is the plain chick or the dog?|
Without warning the hippie attacked!
|Hey, that's not very peaceful, you shiftless economic drain on society!|
The hippie continued to fight, but something was not right about his sluggish movements and slurred speech. Sure, it could have been a particularly powerful grass the commune-jockey had smoked earlier, but Gallowes sensed it was far more sinister.
Even as they struggled he heard more coming. Would he be surrounded and defeated?
Tune in next time for Part 2: Night of the Ungrateful Dead
Keep your pumpkin head lit.