❛ his legion of the unde— ? ❜ the rest of the sentence was cut short prematurely as the tall glass of orange juice in his hand had fallen with an almost deafening ‘crash’ onto the ground. he looked at the hand he had injured with one of river’s knives the night he decided it was a good idea to cut lettuce for a sandwich he wanted to make— the same one richard gecko had tended to himself with utmost care, without ted knowing he was actually one of…them. sharp teeth, crazy eyes, genetically engineered super mutant, blood sucking dude— was his brother one, too? what about that blond dude that occasionally dropped by to fill river and the geckos in about some ancient meso-american relics they were collecting? ted suddenly didn’t feel so safe in this motel anymore and after a brief, internalized debate on whether he should stay or make for the hills, he said: ❛ surely, you are kidding. ❜