[Akayume]: 202.March Madness 2011.Day Seven - Desperado

Todd and Jim are in the dark quite of night, out in the brush that separates the vast desert from this small oasis. Jim, who has the first shift of the watch, sits outside the tent while Todd, his boss, lounges inside.

Todd: I think we’ll see the ghost tonight Jimbo. Ain’t no doubt about that.

Jim: I d-d-d-don’t, I mean, I hope n-n-n-not.

Todd: (grunts) Don’t be stupid Jim. Ain’t nothin’ to be afeared of. Me an’ my gun, we been places. I ain’t sc’ured a nothin’.

Jim: (gulps) I-I-If’n you s-s-s-s-say so T-t-t-t-t-t-..TODD! (screams, sounds of a struggle ensue)

Todd: Boy, what in the hell are you shoutin’ about!?! (grabs his shotgun, cocks it, and throws open the flap of the tent) …. Jimbo? (Silence. Todd looks around at the vast nothing before him) Boy, you were right to be a’feared. I was foolish to think I could wrestle with-

???: Shhhhh Todd. You were so… Quaint, being afraid of ghosts. You really, really should have been “a’feared” (chuckles) of… Me.