-chapter 3-

[Mort is walking back in the woods. He sees Shooter standing by his car a little ways down]

Mort: Not you again...

Shooter: HEY THERE MORTY POO!

Authoress: MINE! RAAAAWWWWWWRRR! [punches Shooter then vanishes]

Shooter: oww [rubs arm] Now. About my story.

Tom Greenleaf: HI! [ waves ]

Mort: I published mine before you. So NYEAH!

Shooter: Where's yer proof?

Mort: In a magazine. A magazine in my wife's house in New York.

Shooter: [to himself] better torch it just in case..

Mort: whats that now?

Shooter: I'LL GET YOU! AND YOUR LITTLE DOG TOO!

-that night-

Mort: nappy time....yet again. This is proof I have no life. [snore]

-Mort's Dream-

[Mort falls out of sofa into a lake. Mort wakes up on floor]

Mort: I must be thirsty [runs to grab a glass of water]

[Mort's door is open. A note is taped to the wall]

Mort: [grabs flashlight and starts outside] Aww. My lights broken. Now I have to call an electrician. [walks over to note]

Note: 7 days. Look down.

Mort: [looks down at other note]

Other note: oh yeah. And I got your dog.

[ Chico is lying in heap...gosh I hate this part....with screwdriver]

Mort: [sees Chico] AND he killed Chico? Does he have any idea how expensive it is to get an electrician out here??! DAMN YOU SHOOOOTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR