"Yeah," Scott agreed, Deacon's wretching causing him to do likewise.  In his case, though, there wasn't very much in his stomach so he had to content himself with dry heaves.  "I think I lost my appetite as well."  It seemed a rather glib thing to say, but it was the only way his mind could cope with the horror that he'd just witnessed.  Any lingering suspicions that this was all an elaborate joke played on them by the shrink had been completely shattered.<br/><br/>Clutching the ichor-stained knife with one hand, the transistor radio with the other, he followed Deacon out.  The unholy stench repulsed all desire to further investigate the Burger Boy, and right now, suddenly, any human contact, any human contact at all, was preferable to being alone.