Em is in her twentys?.....Talk about someone using chicken math....
Okay Em...ok, we'll all pretend to believe you.
But now I really see how this evil plan works....I might be somewhat older
than Em. Shucks, I'm older than her grandfather. So this is the plan, lure me to
North Carolina with the promise of brownies and a rocking chair... be the
woman of my dreams...Even bamboozle me into signing things over to her
for "safe-keeping".
Only to never be heard from again...
Where's the Farm Boy? Somebody get him on the landline, warn him. Em
has a plan that isn't looking good from my side...
You all heard it here...if I suddenly disappear, start searching Em's farm.
I don't wanta be fishfood....
Spook....who don't want to go to North Carolina anymore. Ain't safe...