[too much horror in real life, preach sister. p r e a c h.]

Aaaah. A vehrry braaaahve laaadyyy... [Bela Lugosi couldn't get you laid, but hell if his "Transylvanian" timber wasn't fun to pull out come Halloween.

Richie has to laugh at the comparison though. It's all too apt for comfort.]

I wonder if Simwe hasn't been biting her nails to the quick with this thing bumping under her floor boards all night. [He touches his fingers to his lips, thoughtful. Perturbed.] Still, I'm trying my best to wrap my head around all this hookum and spookum, but it still boggles me that something like this might be the root cause of all this mayhem. Sacred objects that aren't just trumped up tin hats and holy cups. If I was a kid I'd buy it easier, but even so...

[Richie shakes his head and relents with a tired huff.]

We're living in a mad, mad world.