"No beating up the nice boy. Down, killer," Sarah said with mock sterness.<br/><br/>"Poor Mr. S. I would be really pissed if someone turned me into a tree and then I freakin lived forever." she said, "yeah, Mr. S does sort of look gross when he feeds but I bet if someone took a picture of your mouth when you were eating it would be pretty nasty too." Sarah was not one bit distressed by Mr. S's alleged crimes but took them as a matter of course.<br/><br/>"Maybe when he was really first a tree dude, he was mad so he just gobbled up whatever was available. Like when you have been forced to diet because your foster mom is on Atkins and you go out and eat every donut and large order of fries you can find. but now, Mr. S only feeds where it will do society some good. Those boys were wicked. No one would listen or do anything about them, I mean, for real. Rusty is like a cop's kid and everybody knows a cop's kid never gets the speeding ticket. But anyway, those guys were really bad. I'm not lying, really bad.>"<br/><br/>Sarah had an idea and jumped up. The maskies stiffened into a fighting stance.<br/><br/>"Down, boy!" she snapped her finger at them. Turning to Seth she held out her hand.<br/>"I know a spell so you can hear what Mr. S is saying, I mean, like understand the static. Come on and I'lll hook you up."