The faceless thing holds onto its notebook and laughs to deceive the cautious eye. Stupid child, why did the devil bring him!? He's the son of Samuel Jones; I have no chose but to end him! The Figure looks carefully at the girl leaning over his shoulder, she giggles at the pathetic boys stupidness and The Figure scowls. I never invited the punk in the first place, so why the hell is he here! He'll probably see though my traps.

The figure scribbles down the answer to the question. It can't be helped; I made this up anyway. Now the best way to get rid of him is to-

This is meant to be short!