Stick dropped into the shadows then fled the room, the plans for the murder of his brother filling his mind.

At nearly midnight, Unable came looking for Stick. The girls were ready to go to a hotel or…well, anywhere, really. Unable caught up with Stick at the Old Fence separating the Garden from the world.

“Brother!” Unable shouted, clasping Stick by the shoulders, “Those bitches are hot, man. Let’s go teach them what it means to love BOB!”

“You’ve lined them all up, eh?”

Unable, sensing something in Stick’s voice, released his brother and stepped away. “Well, they’re taking off their clothes as we speak… I think we don’t have a choice but to act.”

“They aren’t virgins.” Stick muttered.

“No, brother,” Unable replied carefully, “That’s why we’re with them.” He made a funny face, then grinned. “Would you like a virgin?” he shook his hands, “Sticky fumblings in the dark, lying like a log on the couch, not making any noise except to say it hurts? No, I don’t think so. You want a redheaded muffin of pepperminty goodness to climb on top of you and treat you like a bad boy.” Unable watched his brother carefully, “Work with me here. I have our best interests in mind.”

“You always get the good time, brother!” Stick shouted.

Unable stepped back a little further, raising his arms in fear and surprise.

Stick strode forward, “BOB loves you better because you always get the good time!”

Unable, now genuinely concerned, tried to smile and shrug this off. “I say, brother, the last time Mom and Dad heard from BOB was that postcard three years ago. I don’t think anybody’s competing around here.”

Stick reached down and picked up a stone. He stepped towards his younger brother and raised the stone high. Before Unable could react, Stick brought the stone down as hard as he could. There was a moment of purest white. Then Stick was looking down at his younger brother. The bronzed body was curled on the ground, blood flowing from a wound on his blonde head. Unable was dead.

Stick numbly walked back to the cave and stepped in, collapsing against the front door. Dick and Candi were still awake, watching a video.

“Hey big guy,” Dick said, “Where’s your brother?”

Stick had to think fast, “I… There was this huge dragon, and then this man with a…”

Dick muted the television and turned around to face Stick, “Where’s your brother,” he asked sternly.

Stick was silent. Then he fell to his knees and began to weep. The boy confessed to all his sins.

Ten minutes later, Candi, who was still watching the silent television, said through her cigar, “Why aren’t I surprised?"