[Hey Blake's brain is fucking delicious. ...wait, no.]

[Mark is happy right there. It's not as good as dreams, but Norman's mind is fizzy, like Pop Rocks.]

[Blake sighs and clasps his hands loosely between his knees.] I don't trust it. You think these things can be evil?

[On edge as he is, he jumps half out of his skin when the little chipmunk thing bursts out of nowhere. Steve hops back a step.]

Is "giant creepy eyes" a fucking subspecies of these things?