Tara's eyes widened. She breathed faster. 'No..' she stared at the bottom of the garage like she'd be able to move it somehow. 'I remember...I used to read these comics..Johnny the Homicidal Maniac..' She gasped. 'And his name's Johnny..' She quickly pieced it together. 'So!' She scooted away from Nny. He blinked and scooted closer to her, then proceeded to keep poking her. 'Er...How's Devi?' Tara prayed, PRAYED that was the girl he liked. She blamed herself for not reading those comics in awhile. Johnny kept on glaring at her shoulder. 'Fine. She's doing fine.'
'And Happy Noodle Boy?' She looked at him. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers. 'You read my comics?'
'O-of course!' She blinked. 'Wow!' She thought. 'I thought he'd blow up or something..' She let out a sigh.
'Which is your favorite?' Nny looked like he was Alex Trebek. 'I'd have to say NOODLE BOY: THE MOVIE.' Tara smiled.
'Yeah, that's a good one.' Nny looked down and smiled. His stomach grumbled.
'Er..you're hungry?' Tara looked kind of spaced out that she was being threatened, and now her life depended on if she made a serial killer..no, a homicidal maniac, a sandwich.
'Uh..I can make you something..' Nny jumped up in joy. 'YES! But right after, I'm killing you.' Tara let out a tear. 'Well,' she sighed, 'better living longer, I suppose.' Nny led her to the kitchen.