I stared at the top of Joshes head like there was a horrid creature growing on his forehead.
"What?' He asked eyes wide.
"My God its getting bigger!" I say, acting melodramatic. My hand shoots out and I smack him on the head, then exclaim "Whoa, that could have been bad... I hope you know I saved you life from a brain sucker, it connects to your brain and drains it of all juice. You're almost out of juice."
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