Michael: No, no, no!! I can't...
Blacko: Kid, I don't want things to get complicated, ok? I wanna help you.
Michael: I don't need help like yours!! I don't need help with Vanny!! Vanny already accepts me, as the way I am, and everything has its time!! So please, stop trying to convince me of things, that I don't wanna do, ok?!!
Blacko: Fine... If you don't need me for that... Is there something else you need me for?
Michael: Huh...?
M's Mom: Michael, dinner!
Michael: Coming, mom! And, don't.even.try.to.make me.mad!! Ok?
Blacko: Alright...
Later...
James: And don't forget to bring me back later, ok?
Michael: I won't, bro!! Ehehe... (closes the door) Alright, Blacko, now let's go back to the thing we were... Blacko? Blacko?
Blacko: Yea-
Michael: (screams) Blacko, you scared me!!
Blacko: Ahaha!! Kid, don't you remember that I'm your shadow? I'm always following you now.
Michael: Oh, right, I forgot about that...
Blacko: Now, since you came from dinner, weren't you supposed to play with Vanny today?
Michael: Oh yeah, I was!! Wait... How do you know that?
Blacko: As I said, I'm your shadow, I was always with you, since you were born.
Michael: What?
Blacko: That's right, kid. I know you better than your own family.
*phone rings*
Blacko: I wonder who is it...
Michael: Hello?
Roderick: Michael!!
Michael: Roderick?
Roderick: Michael, I don't think I have much time to explain.
Michael: Explain what?
Roderick: That police is here at my house!!
Michael: Ok, and why do I want to know that?
Roderick: 'Cause they're asking like "Hey, how did you survive with that cut? You were having a big hemorrhage...". Things like that! And I'm afraid that I can't keep my mouth shut for too long about Wally...
Michael:
Wait, wait, wait!! Rick, you can't tell about Wally!!
Blacko: It's a SECRET!!
Roderick: What?
Michael: Nothing!! Just... Don't tell about Wally or anyone on the team, ok?
Roderick: So, hum... What do I say?
Michael: I think I have an idea.
Later...
Roderick: And then, an angel came from heaven, to save me from death. It was like a miracle of God!! You trust in God, right?
Police Officer#1: Kid, I'm Muslim.
Roderick: Oooooh, you're Muslim, ok... I mean, we both have our religions, you are a Muslim, and I'm a Christian, I have every right to believe in God and everything I want, so, everybody's happy!! Right?
Police Officer#1: (looks at police officer#2)
Police Officer#2: (looks at police officer#1)
Later...
Michael: Wait, they actually trusted you?
Roderick: Seems like. And thanks, Mike, that actually made those guys think that I'M F##KING CRAZY!!
Michael: Oh, I'm sorry, "Mr.Perfect"... But you wouldn't sound like a crazy guy, if you wouldn't sound like a F##KING IDIOT, YOU F##KING JERK!!
James: Michael, language!!
Michael: (whispering) Sh#t, I forgot about my brother...
Roderick: Mike, listen.
Michael: What?
Roderick: I-I actually was thinking... Michael, hum...
Michael: *sigh* Roderick, just spill it...
Roderick: Don't you... Think that Wally is hiding something from us?
Michael: Wha- What do you mean?
Roderick: I mean... Why would Wally tell us that only death is the way to turn us into... what we are now?
Michael: Well, hum... Maybe that was the way that he... became what he is now, I-I don't know...
Roderick: Yeah, but... Ink told us that a ritual is the better way... Why wouldn't Wally tell us that?
Michael: *gasp* Look, I don't know if this is it, but... What if he wanted us to feel to pain that he felt when he "died"?
Roderick: That actually makes pretty sense though... But... Why would Wally make us suffer? That's the question?
Michael: Or that's what I say, or maybe Wally didn't know about the ritual... Now, if you don't mind, I've got to go. I don't want my girl to get worried.
Roderick: Wait, your girl?
Michael: *hangs up call*
Roderick: Mike? MIKE?! Err, son of a b#tch...