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The importance of not standing near Demons
"Hey, Sam. You got Demon on you."
"What the . . . Oh man, that's disgusting!"
"See, you shouldn't stand so close to the bastards when I'm killing them."
"Well since it was holding on to me I kinda didn't have much choice."
"Ha, you got slimed."
"Go to hell."
"Dude, you got ectoplasmed."
"That's ghosts, and not even a word."
"Whatever college boy. . . . Hey, where do you think you're going?"
"Uh, the car."
"Not with that crap on you you're not."
"It's not exactly something I can wipe off."
"Then you aren't getting in the car. That . . . stuff is not getting on my seats."
"What the hell do you expect me to do then?"
"Lose the pants."
"What?"
"You heard me, Sam."
"You can't be serious!"
"Do I look like I would joke about this? No, don't answer that."
"But. . I."
"You got boxers on?"
"Yeah."
"They decent?"
"I guess."
"Then take off your pants and get in the car."
"This is so humiliating."
"Suck it up, Sammy."
"Jerk!"
"Wuss!"
"Bite me!"
"I'm sure the motel manager's freaky daughter would love too."
"Oh God, what if she's around and I show up with no pants on?"
"Don't worry little brother, I'll protect your virtue."
"You're enjoying this aren't you?"
"I won't lie to you."
"What am I going to do with my jeans?"
"You want to try and get that out? Toss 'em."
"They're my favorites."
"Stop being such a whiny ass and get in the car."
"Bitch!"
"Yeah, I love you too."
FIN