…“And that’s why I have to get back to San Quinten, before it’s too late.” Garrison spits proudly with a wry smile painted across his bloody lips.
“San where now?”
“SAN MOTHER-FUCKING Q-U-I-N-T-E-N!” Garrison bellows as he raises his arms high into the air and starts laughing like a mad scientist from some nineteen-seventies horror movie.
Willow’s brow moves high into his forehead while he tightly shuts his left eye and shakes his head. “Son, I’ve got to be honest. I don’t know what the FUCK you’re talking about, or where in the hell this SAN QUINTEN place is, but the energy you are putting out has gripped my tiny little heart like a good whore would grip my cock!”
“S-S-So does that m-mean you’re g-g-going to help?” Garrison stammers.
Willow slaps a heavy hand onto his shoulder and squeezes it tightly. “Yeah, I’ll get you to this San Quinten place, wherever it may be, and then I’ll help you stop those FUCKING vampires once and for all.”
Garrison smiles nervously, “B-B-But w-w-why would I want to s-s-stop them?”
“Ain’t that what you said? Didn’t they kill all your kin, and leave you to die?”
“Yes, and no,” he says with a pointed smile….