Michael: I know that, but why did you look in the locket? (( Did you catch the rhyme? ))

Michael: Oh, why?

Michael: Did you look in it? *Puts the locket in is pocket* (( There's a rhyme right there. ))

Michael: Oh, thank you *Takes the locket back* You didn't look in it did you?

Michael: Shit, where's my locket?

(( It's a locket )) Michael: *Stops running then checks his pockets* Wait.

Michael: *Runs off dropping something*

Michael: Wait, IM SUPPOSED TO BE SOMEWHERE! Oh no, I HAVE TO SEE MY 10 YEAR OLD SON THAT I'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE!!

(( Didn't the Café explode? And I'm thinking Albert. )) Michael: What?

(( Wait, is it a boy or a girl? )) Michael: What is this place?

Michael: Hello.

I was thinking Micheal.

Hmm..

Mike..hmm.

He's in a series I'm writing.

What name should I give him?

This guy was used for a series I'm writing right now.

Even if I try to tear the piece off, the flesh will rip off with it.

I know but it's where the flesh is.

Me fingernail is damaged.