"Um... okay. I don't want to answer to...her. But, I wasn't trying to possess you, you were just, well, unconcious. This guy here," *Ike paused and pointed at Clem.* "...he called for help 'cause you were knocked out."
*He shifted uneasily in his trenchcoat, and looked down at his pale purplish feet. Nervousness began to surge through him as he tried to think of what to do/say next.*
"Well, uh... I'd better get, um, going." *he said, glancing quickly at the large gun, held by an equally large Slig, and began to inch back.*
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