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“That’s it!” Screams Carter. “Get the fuck out!”
Gordon is a little startled, looking to you for reassurance. But you have none.
“You heard her: leave my freakin’ house,” you growl.
Gordon doesn’t budge. “You have yet to see a demonstration! How do you really know I’m crazy?”
“No part of that little story sets off any alarms?” You ask him.
He laughs nervously. “Of course but you-look, just let me prove to you I’m not crazy. If it doesn’t work, I leave and never come back.”