"There under the stove!" Jackie shouts as hugging her legs against her chest atop of the counter, attempting to restrain another shriek.
"I'm tryin' to! Maybe ya should call the exterminator."
"What use are you?!" Mickey stood up fully, dropping the mop before huffing away.
"Apparently nothing, nothing at all!"
"Where are you going? That thing is still under there! Do something!"
"I can't! Like you said and Rose has said I can't do anything. Mickey the idiot, yeah I suppose so." Cautiously Jackie comes off the counter to join Mickey in the front room, smiling.
"I'm sorry, kay?"
"Alright."
