“Stop staring!” Max got a backhanded slap on his arm from Anita and reluctantly turned to get in the car. Then they were off.
A few hours later they were all gathered around the coffee table in Maggie’s new living room, eating the traditional we-helped-you-move-so-now-we-get-pizza pizza. Max raised his beer bottle.
“Here’s to Doctor Charlie for leaving such a nice little place to you Maggie.”
“Complete with serial killer neighbours,” Christopher added.
“And a mutant lunchbox of a car,” Anita chimed in and took a sip.
“And let’s not forget the unstable electricity,” Max concluded.
“Huh?” The other three looked at him quizzically.
“Come on. Why else would there be that big generator-looking thing in the ‘garage’?” Max made air quotes and almost dropped his bottle.
The others thought about it for a moment before nodding. “To shitty electricity!”