TAKE ME AWAY FROM THIS - INTRUDER

[B. DELORIA]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]"I'd beat feet right the fuck now if I were you." Butch was gonna put up a sign one day, when he was fairly certain Frog Psycho wasn't on his back. Maybe he'd ask Val for some advice, but he figured "beware: bloodthirsty sickos ahead" was fairly straightforward, and if anyone ignored it then that was their fault. Wasn't like Butch could bail anyone out when he was stuck in a collar himself, dragged here by none other than the reptilian madwoman. Amphibian. Whichever. He'd ask Val about that, too, even though he knew he'd get one of those "are you fucking serious" stares. Later, though. Right now, the collie was eyeing the cheetah with a mixture of pity and curiosity. More so the former than the latter. "Master Frog Lady's got issues." Hell, everyone here did. Even Eugene, wherever the guy went. Maybe he'd come to his senses and left. Butch hoped he did.

"Collar's way less comfortable than it looks, 'specially when you're dragging ass around a desert, so give it a swivel and cut out." She was probably going to beat his ass, so he hoped the guy took his advice and left so the effort wouldn't be for nothing. Butch wasn't even certain if someone'd told her about his escape attempt while she was Sleeping Ugly.