JACK : (text) hey tristan-- where’d you go --If you’re murdering someone I’m going to be disappointed in you.

TRISTAN: (text) sry! i just finish something k? i do thing by myself 4 a minute

JACK: (thinks) Guess no one wants to hang out with Jack. Is it time for my heterosexual game face? Ugh....

CHRIS: Hi

JACK: ...Hi.

CHRIS : Uh...

JACK: Yes..?

CHRIS: That’s all I planned.

JACK: So...what’s that book?

CHRIS: The Sexual Mutilators.

JACK: Uh. Wow.

CHRIS: N-non fiction. Serial killers.

JACK: OK that’s creepy but ...I’m bored. You LIKE serial killers?

CHRIS: I don't like them, they're just interesting. Uh, heh mind if I um, yeah I’ll just... sit.

JACK: So what's like, the coolest one?

CHRIS: Well we have a local one, he's popular.

CHRIS: Clyde Minchin. You probably see those “MINCHIN LIVES” shirts on horror fans, like with the clown face on them? No...? Anyway..

CHRIS: He was an organized crime guy 70 years ago, he got turned in to an asylum by his own criminal buddies, said he enjoyed killing too much. He was a model inmate at first..

One day he shows up to the shrink in this clown makeup like, where’d he even get it, right? Anyway, he asks ‘how many northerners does it take to screw in a light bulb?”

Old joke, right? So the shrink’s all “I don’t know,” ‘cause Minchin’s supposed to say the rest of the joke, but he goes from sounding all cheerful to deadly serious. --and they got on tape, you can get it online... --he says “wrong answer.” and then... well it was a lot of screaming after that part... Real gory I guess... he’s okay, not my favorite but-- yeah.

JACK: Wow. That was... uh. Disturbing.

CHRIS: Yeah. Soooo... um.

JACK: You sound like you might be kind of dangerous, should I be careful?

CHRIS: What? No! I’m... I’m just normal, ha! Yeah...

JACK: (thinks) ANOTHER fucking shy guy?! WHYYYY?