Finished 4:28. In the library, shit to do (and procrastinating, as you can see).
Blue was quickly getting sick of the woods,
and just as soon as he was out of there he would be certain to burn the whole
thing down. And if doing so should happen to inconvenience a certain
leprechaun, well, Blue couldn’t really say he’d be sorry. The only problem,
besides actually getting out, would be getting hold of enough lighter fluid, or
oil, or even vodka if need be, to actually burn the whole lot. He figured he
would have to worry about that later, though, especially after a particularly
small foot decided to kick him into a ditch.
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