Farm

It wasn't like he was scared or nothing.

Rick just figured they shouldn't be sneaking about the old mans farm in the dead of night.

"You're suuuch a baby." Whines his brat sister.

It's not like the wild dogs were friendly or nothing.

"Common boy." Trent the Monster chimes in.

It wouldn't be like any of their parents would wake to check on them or nothing.

"Can we go aleady?" Grey mutters, adjusting his hat.

It's not like they'd get caught or nothing.

"Pretty pease Rick?" Murmurs Karen.

Anything for this girl.

"Okay."