"I can show you a real Tunnel Snake..."
"...Alright, Alright, but I ain't got time for your fancy words."
"So beat it, pal! Before The Tunnel Snakes come and teach you a lesson."
"Thats right! You heard me! The baddest gang in the wastes!"
"Oh yeah you better run! Before I give you a knuckle sandwich!"
Frowning, I stopped in front of the door. Wadsworth was downstairs...No one else should be in this house. Trying the knob and finding the door unlocked, I swung it open. I found Butch standing there, alone, admiring himself in an old cracked hand mirror. He stopped, snapping his head up at me.
"Uh..."
"What are you...?" I began to ask, eyebrow raised and confused beyond most words. Butch looked flustered.
"You...You didn't hear anything did you?" I narrowed my eyes.
"You were talking to yourself in the mirror?"
"What? Uh, No!" He blurted, setting it down on the table. I smirked.
"Wooooooow-"
"Hush up ok!?"
"Anyway, I came to tell you we're going out...I need more cleaner."
A/N
I do promise to wrap up the cliff hanger in the last chapter...but I like cliffhangers.