“Me too,” he agreed.
“You fuckers done?” Candy Vargo inquired.
“Done,” I promised.
Candy poked Tim. “Okay, Timmy, what about the seven dwarfs?”
“Again, negative. But the Fonzies seem to be very concerned about something on the ground next to the motor bikes.”
“Can you make out what it is?” Gideon asked.
Tim lowered his head. “No, but there appears to be a tremendous amount of blood.”
My entire body tingled with dread. In the past on the Higher Power’s plane, if one died, they didn’t really die. They came back. That was then, this was now. Did that rule even apply anymore?
“I don’t know,” Candy Vargo said.
My brows shot up. “Did you just read my mind?”
“Hell to the no,” she said. “Your face. Whatever the Fonzies are starin’ at is important. That I do know.”
Gideon’s body was tense. I could feel it. His eyes blazed red and his words were clipped. “We’ve established that the Fonzies are decent people per Candy’s description. Correct?”
I nodded. I wasn’t sure if I believed it, but I was going with it until a Fonzie proved me wrong.
Gideon continued. “From the lore, nothing dies here. Granted, that was before.” He glanced at each of us. “You’re armed?”
We nodded.
“Excellent. If the Fonzies attack, kill them. Weapons first, magic second. We don’t know how strong they are. They might or might not stay dead. However, if they do die it will depend on their power level as to how long it takes them to rejuvenate. Be prepared to decapitate the Fonzies multiple times if necessary.”
I wanted to laugh. I wanted to scream. I did neither.
“Apropos of absolutely nothing,” Gideon added, shaking his head. “I never thought I would utter the word Fonzie so many times in my life.”
Candy Vargo groaned. “I’m just gonna fuckin’ apologize right now for bringin’ up Fonzie. Shoulda stopped my yappin’ after the dwarfs, Sully and Mike Wazowski. My bad.”
“And I shall extend an apology as well, my friends,” Tim said. “The detailed description ofHappy Dayslooks like it’s coming back to bite me in the posterior.”
“Say ass,” Candy insisted. “Posterior is bullshit.”
“I will not,” Tim huffed. “Posterior is completely acceptable.”
“Ass is a stronger fuckin’ choice,” she argued.
“It’s crass,” he told her.
“Your point?” she shot back.
“No point,” he replied. “Just an observation.
“Mmmkay,” I said. “Let’s quash the butt debate. We came here to find Jennifer, Shitty Ritchie and Alana Catherine and get them out of here. Cool?”
“Quite true,” Tim agreed. “Thoughts?”
“I’m all in for finding out what the Fonzies are staring at,” I said, starting to get to my feet.
“Hang on,” Candy Vargo said, pulling me back to the ground. “When meeting Fonzie, we should show some fuckin’ respect.”
