It’s a good thing they already dug up that grave because I may have just died.
“Come here.”
“No.”
“Just come here.”
“Not a chance. I know where you’ve been, Gregory.”
“Come closer.”
“You smell like a body farm.”
“Come in close contact with a lot of body farms, have you?”
“Go away. Don’t come back until you’ve set all your clothing on fire.”
“But then I wouldn’t be wearing anything.”
“And take a shower. Take three.”
“You’re not making this sound nearly as sexy as it should be.”
“Body farm, Gregory.”
“*snort* You could have helped, you know.”
*disgusted scorn* “It’s as if you don’t know me.”
“How well would you like me to know you?”
“…”
“Yeah, I know. Shower. I get it.”
“I’ll have the incinerator ready. And Gregory?”
“Hm?”
“If you take four showers, I’ll give you a massage afterward.”
“Deal. I think maybe I’m getting too old to dig up bodies without repercussions.”
“Thank the lord for the smallest and most backhanded of mercies.”