"Damn, how does he look so fucking good? I mean, have you been in his place? He doesn't even have a mirror." "Magic, probably. You know, that creepy stuff where he sacrifices a kid under the full moon or something."
"Nah, that shit doesn't work."
"Of course it doesn't—"
"Tried it once, didn't do a thing. Complete bullshit."
All he could do was stare as his friend continued.
"Yeah, all I got was a hell of a cleaning bill, you know?"
"No, I don't fucking know. Are you serious about this?"
"Well, sure. I tried it. Just once. I mean, since it didn't work, and all."
"Oh, and if it'd worked, you'd have done it again?"
"Man, I don't know, probably. Depends on how the magic works, right? If it wears off or something."
"Well, it was a weird time. College, right?" He shrugged, as if that excused it.
"You don't just kill. A. Kid. I can't believe — whose kid was it?"
"What? Mine, I bought it."
"Bought it? From who, a homeless person?"
"From a farm, idiot."
He paused. "You're talking about a goat."
"Duh. A kid goat."
"That's still fucking gross."
"No argument there, dude."