The Coffin Club Presents

What are they dressed as? I mean it’s. Obvious, isn’t it? Y’know, he’s the leader, she’s the lieutenant, there’s the big strong one…

Look, ma’am, my kids worked hard on these costumes, and for you to start throwing words like those around-

I do, yes, we’re in district, they go to the school at Twelfth, those two are in sixth grade-

Oh I’m sorry I thought we lived in America? Since when is there a cut-off for Halloween?

They’re eleven! I don’t give a sh-damn if fifteen-year-olds can go get a job working at Shake-It-Fast, they’re still kids! Your lights are on, th-

Y’know what? Fine. Fine! I hope you like getting a bad review on BlockParty! Last time we go trick-or-treating in this neighborhood! C’mon, we’re leaving-

I said we’re leaving, you don’t have to yell-

Morgan, try to look a little more upset? There we go. Perfect. Where the hell are Becks and Taylor. Don’t answer that. The less we know the better. Sh-damn. Sorry. I know they had those big bars. I didn’t expect her to be such a shi-stick in the mud, heh.

Where did you get those.

…I’m not saying don’t put those in her mailbox but if you do, do not tell me. I’m gonna move to the next block. See you two there.