Cam is dipping a grilled cheese sandwich into a bowl of tomato soup when he feels the summons. He goes ahead and grabs it. Doesn't even drop the sandwich.
Daphne summons Demon Cam
from_scratch
"I mean when we're closer. I don't really want to try giving the cops a statement in my current array of limbs."
from_scratch
"It wouldn't hold up to close examination, but I can add some blood below his skin in a bruise pattern. Less risk of brain damage."
from_scratch
"I mean, they do know shit keeps happening to you, you mentioned, but yeah. You could say he had it?"
Daphne goes in and reports her latest misadventure. The miscreant, when he wakes up, has no apparent memory of how he fell unconscious, or for that matter much of anything after he finished tying Daphne to the table.
After all this has been dealt with and Daphne has been warned to be available to testify in court, she drives back to the shrubbery.
"He doesn't remember you, conveniently enough," she reports.
After all this has been dealt with and Daphne has been warned to be available to testify in court, she drives back to the shrubbery.
"He doesn't remember you, conveniently enough," she reports.
from_scratch
"Good, good. This will be a little awkward when I do want to go home, but we can cross that bridge when we come to it." He emerges from the bush. He refrains from topiarying the bush and gets back in the car.