Damn. I never should have agreed to this. What is he thinking? Here we are in a piece of crap pickup truck on our way to sit outside of a supermarket to kidnap this girl....

Look, we’re in the boonies. I am sure shoes are optional, as are a full set of teeth.

She was evil. Couldn’t he, who killed demons with his own hands, realize that? And now I had to run for Mardi Gras Queen because of him. Or her. I didn’t know whose fault it...

This just didn’t happen to girls like me. This just didn’t happen to anyone.