“We’ll discuss that when you’re right.” Sheri smirked, serving him another waffle. “But I don’t know why you are so sure it couldn’t be just some pissed off construction worker. You think some weirdo randomly built a crazy super drill in his garage or something? That would be nuts.”

“It could happen. I’ve seen stranger things.” He answered, reaching for the syrup again. It bobbed up, cap flipping open and tracing a stream of syrup onto his waffle in the shape of a smiley face.


“Show off.” Sheri grinned, holding up her fingers like a gun and blowing imaginary smoke off them.


“Gotta practice where I can. It’s like your calisthenics, Champ. Exercise.”


“And yet you refuse to mow the lawn,” Deadblood shot back. “You wouldn’t even have to go out there. You could just stand by the window, do your thing and supervise the mower.”


Sheri gave him a toothy smile in reply.


“That’s exactly what I was planning on doing, Champ. Supervising the mower... maybe bringing the mower a cold beer when he finished.”