That kind of baffled Casey, as the other wasn't even going to try to defend himself? OK and maybe annoyed him a bit too. "Fine then, have it your way Bookworm." Hockey mask flipped back down.

A few steps away, Casey keeping his back to a wall. "So, believe me or don't, Casey Jones doesn't care. But if you see multi-colored beavers with gnarly buck teeth that have wicked claws, call me. I owe them a few rounds of thrashing."