“Boy, she really cracked, didn’t she?” Moony could only wonder what it was now like in Annette’s fractured mind. He clutched Sunny’s hand for reassurance.
Annette seemed to pay no attention, pouring tea out of one of the many teapots in the cell for her supposed party guests. The assistants just watched her do it, as if she were an animal in a zoo.
“It’s sad to watch,” Horse-Face whispered, mostly to himself. He was so quiet, in fact, that it were almost as if he hadn’t spoken at all.
Ox-Head only sipped at the cup of tea he was given. He looked terrified, like he’d been drinking tea nonstop.
There was doubtless evidence, in fact, he’d drank quite a few. Sunny tried covering the nose on his mask to keep from smelling the urine puddle Ox-Head was still contributing to on the floor.
“You know, Ox-Head,” Moony said to him, “you can take breaks.”
But Ox-Head just shook his head. “No! I don’t want to be a bad guest. Andromeda’s a good hostess.” He then kept drinking any tea poured into his cup.
“I’m not well versed with tea parties,” Horse-Face said to the other two, “But I don’t think most guests pee on the floor-”
Then came the loud thumping from upstairs, followed by a very furious screaming:
“Hey! Watching the wife isn’t part of the plan! Get back up here now!” The Builder had no patience going by the tone in their voice.
Reluctantly, the assistants sans Ox-Head walked back upstairs. The whole way back, they listened to Annette’s chilling, deranged laugh.
Harwood marveled over the new set of butcher knives that Dennis had purchased for Blaise. He whistled in admiration.
“No doubt you could do some damage with these beauties,” he said before handing them back to her.
Blaise just beamed out of flattery. “That’s real kind of ya to say, Sinbad’s Daddy.”
Looking around now, Dennis appeared to question something or someone missing. “Say, where’s that other boy of yours? The one who seems to be joined at the hip to you all the time?”
Harwood just shrugged. “He went to that shack we had set up. He’s…going to be there a while. He had all four of his, shall we call them, ‘special friends’ with them.”
The inside of the restaurant Shark and Sinbad went to was absolutely beautiful. However, Shark didn’t seem to notice it as he poked at his dessert. This made Sinbad a little worried.
“What is it, man? They didn’t cook your egg tart the way you wanted?”
Shark only shook his head. “I’m just thinking about things that happened the past year. I, uh…”
He pushed his egg tart away. “Would you be mad if I told you at some point I had to go into a psych ward?”
Now Sinbad’s eyes widened in shock. “Shit…Mind if I ask why?”
Shark could only shrug now. “I needed help. I guess I was in a bad way at the time. And I guess you know the factors-”
He was interrupted when Sinbad stood out of his chair, and hugged him.
“You know I’m willing to put up with anything you can dish out, man,” Sinbad told him in a trembling voice.
Sagebear continued to scratch at the jar of peanut butter on the floor now. She was positively bamboozled by how the humans could open it so easily.
Now surrounding it, she made to lunge at it as if to attack it. Then she tried getting her mouth onto it. When this proved futile, she got another idea.
Nosing it over to the humans, Sagebear then took a hold of Blaise’s pant leg, and pulled on it to get her attention.
“Hm?” When Blaise noticed her, she then picked up the jar. “Aw, ya want some of this, little girl? All right, hang on.”
Blaise then stood up to get a spoon. When she did, Sagebear took her seat on the couch. Then Sagebear felt Dennis pet her carefully.
Feeling quite content with her current position, Sagebear could really only wag her tail and pant.