"Bull sheeeettt." Sarah said as she flung the old journal back to Seth. "Isn't that just like 'The Man?' He unjustly killed Mr. S or treed him. whatever. Anyway, he ruined his life, cursed him to live all alone, misunderstood and hated. Maybe I should put a curse on Alex. Like maybe to not be able to have any kids of his own so that this next generation will take up my righteous cause will fall flat."<br/><br/>The maskies were leaning, shoulder to shoulder, looking for all intents and purposes like two gossipy puppets in a Punch and Judy show. Sarah shuddered looking at them.<br/><br/>"Well, Seth, what are we going to do to protect Mr. S while we neutralize Alex and create a way to liberate Mr. S. Oh, goodie, this is going to be so fun, sort of like a supernatural 007."