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"...gives me the goddamn creeps," Merv was saying.
"Muh-me too," said Abel. Cain thwacked him upside the head. Was there anything his brother wasn't terrified of?
"I am sorry to hear that," said a voice right behind them. Abel squeaked in surprise and Merv dropped his broom.
Cain rolled his eyes, taking in the blonde tresses and the clown doll. How cliché. "Don't try that tired shtick in here. You think that we've never seen a nightmare before?"
The girl just smiled serenely at him. Cain suppressed a shudder. What in the hell, he wondered, was Lord Morpheus playing at?