Okay, I'll strip. I'll tap dance. I'll sing 'La Cucaracha' in C minor.
Man, I want to be someone's forbidden fruit." "Well, you are pretty fruity.
Just in case, though, I stormed into my apartment, tossed a quick hello to Mr. Wong, then rummaged through my entertainment center to lay out all my exorcism equipment. I kept it in my entertainment center because exorcisms were nothing if not entertaining.
See you in a few. Hold down the fort, Mr. Wong!
But we'd never really seen eye to eye. Mostly 'cause he was much taller than I was.
You rented the apartment with a dead guy in the corner?” I shrugged. “I wanted the apartment, and I figured I could cover him up with a bookcase or something.