“Oh god, here comes Greg Pillsbury.”
He was down the block, carrying a shovel, looking none the worse for wear.
“Should we run?”
“We could just shoot him.”
“Don’t even joke about that.”
Vince stepped closer and whispered earnestly, “If we let him join up we’ll be seeing a lot of him. Do you really want to have to deal with him for the rest of your life? Do you want him repopulating the species with your sister? Or maybe your girlfriend will—”
“Oh, fuck no. Greg Pillsbury is out.”
“We’ll just explain the situation politely.” He cocked the shotgun.