The Bloody Doors Off

Okay, that last post was a cheat. I mean, c’mon, two sentences?

You clicked for two sentences.

If I charged a nickel for each post, you’d ask for ten cents back.

I don’t have anything pressing to talk about tonight.

Well, there is, but that’s not something I’m prepared to divulge.

Yeah I know. Another cheat.

Tell us you’ve got something on your mind, and then withhold it..

Look, here’s a shiny nickel.

Nope.

Can’t.

Can’t, or won’t?

Dealer’s choice, I suppose.

Ten cents.

Stop.

Twenty-five cents.

Now you’re getting desperate.

Will you ever talk about it?

Yes. But not to you.