So, RJ had killed them. Figures. He promised he would do just that when Dickie smashed their TV while playing Wii bowling, but they had always thought he was exaggerating.
Nope. Jeff, upon realizing this and cursing at RJ [just goes to show you the extreme gravity of the situation (pun?)] decided that now was the time to engage in hand-to-hand combat. And so the boys began to wrestle around the dusty and warm floor of Hell. This started to attract a lot of attention because the grunts and occasional slaps reverberated through the caverns, as we had already established that Hell was echo-y.
The boys were still tussling, as Dickie forlornly looked at her broken red glasses, when yet another person “dropped in” from the ceiling. “Diiii-ckie….?” Dickie took a double-take not recognizing this girl with lustrious brown locks. It was Janell. Apparently, she had a heart attack the second RJ had died. You’d think this was because she was so closely connected to him and because he was her true love, but really it was purely coincidental.
“Hey, Kiddo. You didn’t happen to die with some super glue on you, did ya?”
….. To be continued.
