(Not unless you are suddenly afraid of a clay Cthulhu. Also, I need your first name and 2 dollars so I can get an account on Spokeo and find out where you live and mail you the clay Cthulhu. Or the sudden ability to write with my right hand, so I can draw a clay Cthulhu here.)
Johnny pursed his lips, "I lost it. I had it stored in my boot when I went to that f*cked up world." He said. Why does she suddenly have an interest in my life? Not that I mind...



