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if you are quite done jacking off to your own self pity, you owe me a few answers, bub! starting with, what the hell you got my brother into! Oh, you aren't near sorry yet, but you will be! if you ever try to push me away like that again, I will castrate your ass! Understood? Pan, I'm sorry. Push you-- Pan, I'm telling you the truth! Well, duh! And don't you think it's hard enough to hear without your moping and oh-so guilty conscience! What's worse is You already decided how I'd react before i even arrived! That's why you've been so cagey; you were trying to put off losing me! Oh, poor wittle dougie, your life is over 'cause pan won't play with you no more! Once upon a time, there were six crazy kids and a dog. We ran around our little town with ghost hunting equipment bought at radioshack. then These kids, they stumbled on some very bad, very dangerous men, and that wasn't like a cartoon. we were like our very own cartoon. Rich Ginnie was taken for ransom, Walker, damon and Dougie were beaten near unconscious, and the dog was shot. only Two got away unseen. The smart one, alex, went for the cops. I always did have a lousy temper. I burst in with nothing but an iron bar and righteous indignation. And very rightly, they tried to shoot me. Dougie took the bullet. but... but... I do want to hate dougie right now, but I can't. And I certainly can't hate him more than he does himself. Well, let me tell you something, buddy, you don't get to decide how I'll react to anything! only I get to decide that! You will respect both my right to know everything and my right to decide for myself, or we will have issues. Do you understand? what you will do is tell me the whole story from beginning to end, sparing nothing, and then and only then will i decide if you are worth the time and energy to hate. dougie stared at me, utterly flummoxed. Whatever he'd expected, it wasn't what I gave him. Slowly, it began to filter in that I wasn't going to toss him to the crows, not yet, anyway. dougie stared at me, utterly flummoxed. Whatever he'd expected, it wasn't what I gave him. dougie stared at me, utterly flummoxed. Whatever he'd expected, That little speech hadn't been it. seriously, is the man so crippled by his own guilt that he thinks I'd toss every sacrifice he ever made for me to the curb? Just what kind of a person does he think I am? Slowly, he began to realize that he wasn't going to suffer a slow impalement on the nearest stake, or death by screaming harpy. not yet, anyway. He began to laugh then, soft, relieved chuckles, a condemned man given a reprieve. He looked up at me with a cautious hope that was dampened, but not dashed, by my scowl. His jaw slowly sank, followed quickly by the rest of him. It's as if his legs simply...gave out, as if tension were the only thing that kept him standing. He slid down the cabinet, collapsing into a man-sized puddle near the base. Then he suddenly reaches out and does something very...dougie. courting the disaster that is my temper, he decides to make a quip. Not if you had a gold plated dick. I quip back, and the circle of life is complete. Now he'd better man up and open up, or I really will impale him by morning. And not in a good way. Pan, Marry me.